You're on my list. Yes you, lingerer douche. Right at the top.
Can I be honest with you? I'm starting to regret ever letting you into my house. When you mentioned over the telephone that you wanted to "drop in and say hi" i thought it would be, at the very least, less than an hour long visit. Bad enough you brought your mom along as your sidekick. You failed to mention this earlier, and now it's my job to politely deal with this batty old woman. I mean, damn, I'm happy you're getting that unsightly tree in front of your house torn down, but I gotta get up in the morning! Feigning interest isn't really a skill of mine and I can't be entertaining you through all hours of the night. So, to save myself the embarrassment of bluntly professing "i want you gone", I let my body language do the talking. For the record, excessive yawns, darting eyes and glassy stares are a sure sign that you have overstayed your welcome. Be a little more perceptive, for both our sakes, and don't ignore these essential intimations. Unfortunately, in this case, these signals are flying over your head with an audible whoosh.
Long story short, (too late!) you don't want to be the lingerer. Hell, that's right up there with hasslers. Some advice to live by: get the hell out.
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