I probably shouldn't complain, but I'm going to anyway.
Three times this week, I had uninvited visitors. True, they were (are) friends. But the Hoosier tradition of dropping in, unannounced, bothers me.
One guy (former teacher friend) comes in on his motorcycle just as I'm in the middle of preparing supper. He sat right through while I was eating my meal! That was irritating.
The second guy, my farmer friend, came two nights later as I was washing dishes. He stayed for an hour complaining about his crop woes.
And the third "neighbor" (I really barely know him) pulled in about 9:30 PM with a sack of sweet corn and a watermelon. While thoughtful, I have no need for any handouts. We stood on the porch getting eaten up by mosquitoes chit-chatting. At the time, I was watching PBS's baseball documentary concerning "my" era (the 50s), and didn't appreciate the interruption.
A simple phone call announcing their intentions--better yet, asking if it would be alright to drop by--would be a polite thing to do. I have a busy life, and I bristle at stopping what I'm doing to become a gracious host. Plus, these ignoramouses don't know when to leave.
Next: cell phones and why I don't own one.