I planned to write about something completely different today. However, due to the immense number of comments and personal emails about this story I feel the need to follow up, because there is now SOMETHING to tell.
As I left this story with all of you a few days ago, I was debating whether or not to call back an old pal who had become enraged with me over five years ago. Enraged for intolerable behavior affecting me and the Wild Boar.
After thinking about everything that had happened in the past, all the bizarre and kooky behavior, I just could not get myself to call her back. I usually have a great tolerance for weirdness, however I have become impatient with obnoxious people who lack common sense and social skills.
I considered the great advice and questions posed by all of you and I had to agree with the majority who suggested running one hundred miles in the opposite direction. Put a fork in me, I was done. Also, as soon as the Wild Boar heard she had called he lost his normal “cool as a cucumber” persona.
Anyway, as much as I hoped the phone call was going to be a one hit wonder, I soon realized this blast from the past was not going to disappear. The calls continued, without messages, but I recognized her number with caller ID.
Yesterday I finally answered the sixth phone call out of irritation.
This is the best I can do to recall the conversation. I was quite livid and upset when I finally ended the call.
Nut Case: Hi (whispering, nervous) Cathy (high-pitched squeal)!
Me: (no emotion) Hi Nut Case, how are you?
Nut Case: (still squealing) I am so great! It’s so wonderful to hear your voice! We really miss you guys, its been too long.
Me: (confused) Yeah. Sooooo, what’s up?
Nut Case: Well, hubby and I are going to be in your area and we were wondering if you guys wanted to join us for dinner?
Me: (Dead Silence)
Nut Case: I read about this really great new restaurant downtown and thought it would be great to have dinner and catch up.
Me: (turning eight shades of red and trying to control the tongue lashing I am about to spew) Okay, Nut Case, I’m confused. Do you remember why we haven’t talked in over five years? Do you recall slamming the phone down on me after I told you about the behavior the Wild Boar and I couldn’t take anymore? Information you begged me for but then couldn’t handle. Do you remember that?
Nut Case: (sheepishly, but still confident) Yeah, I know, but you guys aren’t still mad about that? I mean, you don’t expect us to eat food that we feel is sub-par do you?
Me: (leaping out of my skin through the phone and yelling) Are you kidding me? Are you? You both still feel it is alright to send back every meal you ever order at a restaurant? Send back every fork and knife and glass with just a water spot on it? Do you remember when you sent back a fork because one of the tines was slightly out of alignment? Do you remember that? Well, I do. I remember sitting and eating cold food while we waited for you to reorder yours. Then you had the audacity to not offer one penny towards all the appetizers, alcohol and dessert you DID eat because you badgered the server to comp your entrees and declared your meal FREE! Who knows how much spit I endured in my own meals because of your bad behavior at all those places. Mostly, I’m shocked you have the balls to call and act like you had good enough reason to do all that crap. We’re done…we are so done!
Click…I just hung up!
I was beyond crazed. I think my heart was beating outside of my chest at this point.
What a lunatic and self-involved dork. The way she was talking you know their restaurant bad-behavior has only gotten worse. I’m sure she feels my standards are so low I can eat food not prepared to perfection.
What a nut. I can’t even comprehend this whole mess.