“This is ridiculous. Send her a text,” my wife said. So I texted her this:
We appreciate what you did for us, and we love the plants and other little gifts you bring by. That’s very kind of you. But you sold us this house and we moved in two months ago. We’re settled in and there’s no need for you to stop by everyday to see how we’re doing. You were our real estate agent, and a very good one, but you’re not our friend. If we ever decide to sell this house, we’ll call you. In the meantime, don’t call us. Don’t drop by. Enough is enough.
Carl and Eileen
An hour later, our doorbell rang. “Guess who!” She said. “I love your new doormat. It’s a hoot!”
Written for Cyranny’s One Minute Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Cyranny.