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.
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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!!!”
We have the opposite in the Puget Sound area. You’ll go get another drink or something and people will just leave without saying goodbye. Hardly anyone around here says goodbye, they just leave. It took some getting used to after we moved up here. As someone from an area more like yours, we felt like we were getting ditched. But apparently it’s completely common behavior around here.
I’ve lived all over the US and have seen people of both types everywhere.
This probably relates to the purported “Seattle freeze” phenomenon, which in reality is just young professionals quietly appreciating their free time.
I love this. I do the Irish goodbye quite a bit myself.