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This is freaking disturbing. As in "pathos involving children" disturbing. Personally, I would not like reading this story. However, since I heard it over the phone, while my sister was trying to work through her outrage, I am kind of stuck with it in my head. So if you are like me, and need a stiff drink when you hear about shit like this, stop reading here.
Okay. The rest of you. So my sister is taking her boy to this birthday party at 4:30. She got the invitation on Thursday, which is a bit late for such a thing, but whatever. She's managed to get out to it.
She knocks on the door and this teenager opens the door and just looks at her. She introduces herself and says she's here for Johnny's birthday party and does she have the right house? Kid says "Yeah." and then just turns away and goes back into the house, leaving the door wide open.
Thinking this is a bit unsettling, she goes in. I must interject here that as a parent, you will put up with far and away more horseshit on your kid's behalf than you ever would normally. So while she would never tolerate this if it was just her going somewhere, taking her five year old to a party merits more tolerance for rudeness than if it was just her alone.
Nothing going on. Only people in the house are the surly teenager, and two men she's never met, one of whom says "oh, sorry, yeah, we're running a little late." No introduction, no nothing. She still has no idea if he was Johnny's father or whatever.
Johnny runs up to my nephew, very happy to see him, and takes him back into the bedroom so they can play. Now, my sister knows nothing about these people, so she goes back there with them and sees no evidence whatsoever that the child actually lives there. No toys, no kid's room nothing. Mattresses on the floor, clothes stacked up on dresser, floor not particularly visible among crap stacked there. Not terribly dirty, but certainly not what you'd let a guest see. Unkempt man cave, basically.
Twenty minutes go by. Nobody says shit to my sister. She starts freaking out a bit, to be honest. The whole situation is just way too creepy and she starts to panic. Nobody visible in entire house. She's wandering around this house of these total strangers for almost half an hour, and nobody has said two words to her.
So she takes her kid and leaves. And it's awful. Because here is this poor little boy getting abandoned by what was evidently the only people who showed up. House was so empty there was nobody to even tell she was leaving, other than the little kid.
By the time she gets home, she's totally freaking crying, and my nephew is totally freaking crying, and her husband is utterly flabbergasted. I mean, they set out to go to a kid's birthday party, for fuck's sake.
So, I dunno. Would I have done it differently? Maybe. I don't know. That sounds like a pretty creepy, messed up situation. Maybe I would have left. Maybe I would have sat in the car and waited till someone showed up. Maybe I would have left and tried to come back later. Like I said, you put up with shit on kid's behalf. But I don't know. I wasn't there.
Anyways, she couldn't even sleep that night she was so upset. She didn't want to leave and she was too afraid to stay. She says she wasn't exactly thinking clearly, she just wanted to get out of there. On one hand, she's more timid than I am. On the other hand, hell, I'm the first one to tell you to listen to the caveman voice.
Anyone like to weigh in with their thoughts on this?
Okay. The rest of you. So my sister is taking her boy to this birthday party at 4:30. She got the invitation on Thursday, which is a bit late for such a thing, but whatever. She's managed to get out to it.
She knocks on the door and this teenager opens the door and just looks at her. She introduces herself and says she's here for Johnny's birthday party and does she have the right house? Kid says "Yeah." and then just turns away and goes back into the house, leaving the door wide open.
Thinking this is a bit unsettling, she goes in. I must interject here that as a parent, you will put up with far and away more horseshit on your kid's behalf than you ever would normally. So while she would never tolerate this if it was just her going somewhere, taking her five year old to a party merits more tolerance for rudeness than if it was just her alone.
Nothing going on. Only people in the house are the surly teenager, and two men she's never met, one of whom says "oh, sorry, yeah, we're running a little late." No introduction, no nothing. She still has no idea if he was Johnny's father or whatever.
Johnny runs up to my nephew, very happy to see him, and takes him back into the bedroom so they can play. Now, my sister knows nothing about these people, so she goes back there with them and sees no evidence whatsoever that the child actually lives there. No toys, no kid's room nothing. Mattresses on the floor, clothes stacked up on dresser, floor not particularly visible among crap stacked there. Not terribly dirty, but certainly not what you'd let a guest see. Unkempt man cave, basically.
Twenty minutes go by. Nobody says shit to my sister. She starts freaking out a bit, to be honest. The whole situation is just way too creepy and she starts to panic. Nobody visible in entire house. She's wandering around this house of these total strangers for almost half an hour, and nobody has said two words to her.
So she takes her kid and leaves. And it's awful. Because here is this poor little boy getting abandoned by what was evidently the only people who showed up. House was so empty there was nobody to even tell she was leaving, other than the little kid.
By the time she gets home, she's totally freaking crying, and my nephew is totally freaking crying, and her husband is utterly flabbergasted. I mean, they set out to go to a kid's birthday party, for fuck's sake.
So, I dunno. Would I have done it differently? Maybe. I don't know. That sounds like a pretty creepy, messed up situation. Maybe I would have left. Maybe I would have sat in the car and waited till someone showed up. Maybe I would have left and tried to come back later. Like I said, you put up with shit on kid's behalf. But I don't know. I wasn't there.
Anyways, she couldn't even sleep that night she was so upset. She didn't want to leave and she was too afraid to stay. She says she wasn't exactly thinking clearly, she just wanted to get out of there. On one hand, she's more timid than I am. On the other hand, hell, I'm the first one to tell you to listen to the caveman voice.
Anyone like to weigh in with their thoughts on this?
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