I hate it when people don't know when to leave.

I love having people over for dinner (I hate cooking for just one person) and I enjoy good conversation BUT I have things to do. Things like my laundry. Things that I really don't want or need Mr. Daisy's supervision to do.

And it's not just tonight. It's every time he comes over. It's really obnoxious.

(But come to think of it, it was really obnoxious when we were dating too.)

Driving Mr. Daisy

Okay, in RGB's first post, she complained about an 18-year old who didn't have his driver's license. I dated a 24-year old who had his license, made more money than I do, paid less in expenses than I do and still was too cheap to buy a car. So we took my car everywhere.
He was also too spastic to learn how to drive stick shift (real men drive stick) so I also had to drive us everywhere.
He had no problem, however, choosing destinations on the other side of the friggin' state. I mean, Valentine's Day in Rochester is nice, but why the hell do I have to drive?
You know how much it sucks to be the sober cab? Imagine doing that for an entire year. And then never question my lack of a tolerance to alcohol again.