One Of Life's Little Let Downs.

We are a large family, so we don't get invited over much. I am okay with that. I also know that people just don't do that much anymore. So when they do, because we are a large family, my delight in that invitation is tripled. Or quadrupled, or something. Really, when somebody invites us over I get an immense sense of joy from it.

Until I learn it was to sell us something.

Then I want to say rude, tacky, and regrettable things about the rudeness and tackiness of never, ever bothering to speak much to a person, let alone invite them over, until you want to sell them something. I don't say these things, of course, because my mother brought me up better than that. And also because I find it so unspeakably rude and tacky and low that I can't even think of the things I want to say. I just sputter. Even in my mind.