There are some majorly uncouth people out there. Unfortunately I know them.
So I’m in the back yard with B, teaching him how to mow grass. Nothing huge, just a major pivotal point in a young man’s life. He’s learning how to turn a buck. Plus, I actually had plans for this morning. Then the next thing I know, his friend is being dropped off by his parents. They never get out of the car or ask me if it’s okay. They don’t call in advance. They just show up. Like clockwork, every two weeks another kid is dropped off. I’m the parent of two now. I didn’t even get the pleasure of fucking the kid into existence.
What should I do? Speak up. I’m sure it will be along the lines of learning to say no.
BTW I have pics of the boy’s first mow. On the way. Soon. One day.