Warning Labels

I abhor people coming to my house.

The plan was to make sushi together. The idea was to eat it and then, no joke, clean up after ourselves. Gasp.  

            The last part sounds dreadful. I know. And in a place where you have a maid  clean up all the dirty specks of your life and where making your bed or taking the physical exertion to rinse a plate and stick it into a dishwasher is a foreign concept, that does sound truly appalling.

            But you know what?

            You take whatever bit of decency and conscience left in your spoiled heart, and you do it.

             Simple as that.

            But my friends were too busy in the terrace inhaling smoke and releasing words relating to the usual teenage girl “life-changing-problem” crap, and overall making themselves useless.

            Of course, when it came to actually consuming anything resembling food, they were all but helpful. If only eating was considered a chore, boy, would they earn a good living.

            Too bad it’s not.

            But cleaning is. People live off of that.

            These people would die.

            I’ve decided catering to events in your humble abode should come with a warning:

CAUTION:

Hostessing has been known to bring you in contact with ostentatious human beings and side-effects include hard labor, bitterness, swelling, the urge to rip your hair out, and unusual homicidal thoughts.

BEWARE.

           

            You can’t say I didn’t warn you.