We had an important visitor today.
Someone with clout came to see our house. The house, mind, not really us.
I felt ashamed that I could not offer a cup of tea, Highland manners. The lack of electricity or eColi rich water sometimes puts people off. We mostly boil a kettle on a fire outside or travel a bit to fill a flask with clean, boiling water so visitors are not poisoned.
Anyway, the visitor was offered tea but declined.
House was duly looked at, notes taken, visitor made to leave. All well and good.
What stung me to the core was an almost throwaway comment regarding the visitor having to ask permission to visit us. They did not need our permission as we had invited them.
They asked the owner's permission... then commented on how patently obvious it was that we were disliked and despised, by the agent working for the owner.
How purile, unprofessional and foolish you made yourself look, Agent of the Owner.
If you need someone to tell you to grow up, you scunnering wee nyaff, then you know where we live. I will happily say it to your face and not behind your back.
I might even throw in a fish to go with the chip on your shoulder.