I write a thank-you note to Sly
and Doris because my mama raised me right. Not because I am truly grateful for
the visit. I am not. They were not nice to me. They were not welcoming. But
they are the parents of my boyfriend and someday husband, so I need to be on good terms with them.
And it is a pain in the neck to
have people in your house, even if you are not going to be nice to them. You
still have to clean the bathroom and put sheets on the guest bed and have food.
But. Thank you note. Required.
Just because they were rude does not mean I have to be. They go low, you go
high.
I send a thank you note. The good
kind – in the mail.
Primo: My mom and dad don’t like
your thank-you note.
Me: What’s not to like about a thank you note?
Primo: You addressed the envelope
wrong.
Me: But they got it, right?
Primo: Yes.
Me: So what was not right about
it?
Primo: You addressed it to “Drunk”
instead of “Mr. and Mrs. Sly Drunk.”
Me: So?
Primo: They think you are not
doing it right. They were insulted. They said you were being disrespectful.
Me: Did they notice that my return
address was my last name only? That I did not include my first name?
Primo: That’s not the point. They
were insulted.
Me: I wasn’t trying to insult
them. I am lazy.
He shrugs.
Me: Tell them to bite me. I
address letters to my mother that way and I love my mother. I was not singling
them out in any way.
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