And guests don’t stay for free, Linda.”
For a moment, she was too stunned to speak. Then she turned to Jason, who had just walked in, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Jason,” she sputtered, thrusting the bill at him. “Your wife is trying to charge me for staying here!”
Jason blinked at the paper, then at me.
“Babe,” he said slowly, “is this real?”
I smiled sweetly.
“Of course not. I’m not actually charging her. I’m just following her logic.
Guests don’t clean up after themselves, so they pay for service instead.”
Jason looked between me and his mother, realization sinking in. Meanwhile, Linda’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air.
“This is ridiculous!” she shrieked. “I don’t feel welcome here anymore!”
I raised an eyebrow.
And then—oh, it was beautiful—she said it.
“I guess I’ll just find somewhere else to stay!”
Jason hesitated, but I shot him a look that said, I dare you to argue.
He sighed, rubbing his face.
“Mom… maybe that’s for the best.”
And just like that, Linda was gone within a week.
The house was peaceful again. No more dirty dishes left on the table. No more towels on my furniture.
No more waking up to passive-aggressive comments.
Jason, finally free from his guilt, admitted, “Okay… maybe you had a point.”
And me? I poured myself a fresh cup of my special coffee, stretched out on my guest-free couch, and savored my victory.
Linda may have been too special to clean up after herself. But in the end?
She cleaned herself right out of my house.
Source: amomama
