Scenario 1: once upon a time, my roommate John decided to host a LAN party for some of his coworkers. Naturally, no one at the Pinecone disagreed.
The event went smoothly. Due to crowding in the basement, I went upstairs in our sitting room to pass some time after some brief involvement.
Two hours later, I heard a knock at the door. I yelled come in since I am lazy. When there was no response, I opened the door and there were two guys standing there. The conversation went something like this:
Guys: "Is this 508/510 N?"
Me: "Yeah."
Guys: "Oh, we are looking for Trevor."
Me: "We don't have a Trevor living here..."
Guys: "Isn't this 508/510 N?"
Me: "Yeah? You sure you ain't looking for John Connor?"
Guys: "HAHAHA! He's fighting in the resistance."
Me: "Are you guys looking for trouble?"
Guys: "Oh no, we are just looking for Trevor."
Me: "Are you here for the LAN Halo thing? Because I don't know why the hell you are here otherwise."
They then acknowledged that they were there for John's LAN party. Now, if I were to be a courteous and nice guy, I should have simply ask them if they were calling for the LAN party. However, I am no such person when annoyed and I wanted to see the types of people that my roommate hang out with at work.
What I've learned from this scenario is that they are idiots. Do people lack the common sense to state either why they are calling a household or identify the host of the event of which they are attending? Better yet, what sort of guest invites other guests without picking them up in person or provide them with information that may be necessary in order for them to attend the event?
Hilariously, this is not the only scenario with such conversation.
Scenario 2: John hosts a Mario Kart 8 game night because he recently acquired the Wii U. I'm not a huge fan of Mario Kart, so naturally, I limited my participation. As usual, I sat in the upstairs sitting room to work on my own things.
Again, there was a knock on the door. I shouted out to the person to come in, but there was no response. The person knocked again and I decided to greet the door. I opened the door to find a person standing there, back towards me, with his headphones on his head. Obviously, he couldn't have heard me.
And then, this ensued:
Me: "Can I help you?"
Guy: "Yeah. This 508/510?"
Me: "That's right."
Guy: "I'm looking for Aisha."
Me: "Who's Aisha?"
Guy: "You know, my girlfriend Aisha."
Me: "What the hell is wrong with you kid? Who the **** is Aisha? Are you sure you are not here for the Mario Kart thing?"
The guy froze for a moment and asked if they were downstairs. I told him to go down through the kitchen. I almosted wanted to punch his sorry face. I retold the tales to John and he just shook his head. I acknowledged my rudeness, but at the same time, pointed out the ridiculous nature of his friends' friends. He agreed with me and plans on giving clearer instructions to his guests in the future.
We are not fond of idiots, especially not the kind that assume everyone knows what they are thinking or doing. People can't read minds. Do yourself a favor and learn how to communicate. I don't miss those people and I hope I'll never see them again. In fact, they are 100% more attractive when I don't see them.
What's the moral of this story? Speaking your mind can save time and frustration. I can even go on to say it could potentially save lives. Don't withhold information when it's needed.
