We have this phenomenon where I live where people won’t leave your house. Just as they’re getting up to go they’ll start telling another story. They’ll put their shoes on and have another tale to tell. Then with one hand on the door they’ll be reminded of something else.
Please get out of my house. I love you, but go.
Image Transcription:
Everett and Mrs True are entertaining two guests. One of the guests stands to leave: “Well, True, I guess we’d better be going home.”
Everett rises out of his chair, knocking it over: “I’m glad to hear you say that! I’m tired and sleepy and I have to get up early in the morning! For heaven’s sake, don’t sit down. Good night, GOOD NIGHT!!!”
Gotta practice the Irish goodbye, which works like this:
I actually perfected the Irish goodbye without realizing it had a name. I am part Irish, so I’m not sure how I feel about it, but it is so pleasing to do.
Another trick is just to ask someone the time and repeat whatever they say.
“What time is it?”
“Quarter till 4.”
“Quarter till 4!!!11!? 😱”
Then just leave without another word.