We have this phenomenon where I live where people won’t leave your house. Just as they’re getting up to go they’ll start telling another story. They’ll put their shoes on and have another tale to tell. Then with one hand on the door they’ll be reminded of something else.
Please get out of my house. I love you, but go.
Image Transcription:
Everett and Mrs True are entertaining two guests. One of the guests stands to leave: “Well, True, I guess we’d better be going home.”
Everett rises out of his chair, knocking it over: “I’m glad to hear you say that! I’m tired and sleepy and I have to get up early in the morning! For heaven’s sake, don’t sit down. Good night, GOOD NIGHT!!!”
Southern goodbye for us, too. I have seen goodbyes last so long that guests decide sleep over instead of leaving because it went from “well, it’s almost 10pm, we should probably get going to” to “my goodness, the sun is nearly up! Do you want to just get a little sleep before your drive?” While standing at the door!