staying at friends

When we last visited Michigan, we stayed at some friends’ place. Our flight landed shortly after midnight. The friends were up at their lake house, so we got a ride from the airport to their house, used their garage door code to get into the house, and started dragging our luggage in.

As we turned on the lights, a young man with a somewhat annoyed look on his face appeared. We stared back at each other. I said “Hello.”

The young man said “Hello.”

We looped the Hellos a few more times. I decided that this wasn’t getting anywhere, so I tried “We’re friends of the <friends last name>, They invited us to stay while they were gone.”

He said “Oh! I’m their son <son’s name>, I just stopped by for the night.”

After this, we all stood down. I decided that I didn’t need to kill <son’s name> and <son’s name> decided that he didn’t need to kill us. We relaxed a bit.

During all of this, we couldn’t help but notice that a) <son’s name> was wrapped in a blanket and b) he didn’t seem to be wearing anything else.

We continued to drag in our luggage in, <son’s name> went off and put some pants on. We relaxed a bit more.

When we got up the following day, there was no sign of <son’s name>. Presumably, he’d gone to the family gathering at the lake house. When Pam spoke with our friends, she mentioned that <son’s name>’s had been there. (Pam skipped the “only wearing a blanket” bit). The friend was quite surprised. She didn’t know that her house was a hotel for her offspring during her absence.

Still, for us, it was a very nice place to stay.

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