What Time Saints And Sinners Come On Tonight
Okay, folks, let's talk about something important. Something vital. Something that plagues my every evening. What time do the saints and sinners of my life decide to descend?
I'm talking, of course, about… dinnertime visitors. Or, as I like to call them: the unexpected company.
The Eternal Question: When?!
Seriously though, when DO these people arrive? It’s never a scheduled "Hey, can I pop by at 6?" No, no. That would be too easy.
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Instead, it’s always precisely as you’re wrestling with a pot of boiling pasta, juggling toddlers, and trying to prevent the dog from eating your sock.
The Saintly Show-Ups
Let's start with the "saints." These are the people who, bless their hearts, mean well. Aunt Mildred who just "happened to be in the neighborhood."
Or your neighbor, Bob, who needs to borrow… well, something random. A cup of sugar? Your lawnmower? A PhD in astrophysics?
These saints usually appear right when you're least presentable. Hair a mess? Check. Wearing your oldest t-shirt? Double-check. Covered in marinara sauce? Bingo!
"Oh, don't mind me," they say, peering into your chaos. "I just needed..."
Yeah, you needed to see me at my absolute worst. Thanks, Aunt Mildred. Seriously, thanks.
The Sinister Soirees (Sort Of)
Now, let's move onto the "sinners." Not actual sinners, mind you. Just the folks who have a knack for impeccable timing. Or, rather, impeccable timing.
Think your friend who only calls when you're trying to binge-watch your favorite show. Or your in-laws who decide tonight's the night for an unannounced visit.
These sinners don't necessarily need anything. They just want to chat. At length. About topics you have zero interest in. The weather? Their gout? The mating habits of Peruvian tree frogs?
It's always something fascinating. For them, at least.
These are the people who make you question the very fabric of reality. Did they somehow sense your moment of peace and tranquility? Did they sniff it out like truffle pigs?
The Unpopular Opinion
Okay, unpopular opinion time! I secretly (okay, not-so-secretly) love it. I love the chaos. I love the unexpected.
Sure, it's annoying when I have to share my carefully curated dinner. And yes, it's frustrating when I miss a crucial plot point in my show. But...
These unexpected visits are life. They're the messy, unpredictable moments that make every day a little different. A little more interesting.
So, bring on the saints and sinners! I'll share my pasta (grudgingly), pause my show (with a sigh), and listen to your stories (with a smile).
Because, honestly, life would be pretty boring without you. Just maybe, maybe, call ahead next time? Pretty please?
