Because of my nomad existence, there are some areas of human relationships that baffle and befuddle me. We moved so often that we usually didn't take the time to get to know our neighbours. There certainly was no dropping in on each other uninvited. A close friendship meant we acknowledged each other as we got in and out of the car in the driveway. Bosom buddies actually knew each other's names and might chat in the street as we passed each other during an evening's constitutional.
Mr. and Mrs. Landlord are excellent landlords. They are kind, thoughtful, and generous. They also keep telling me they hardly see me (a circumstance of my own design) and that I really must stop in for coffee some day.
Drop in? How does that work? I don't know how to drop in. I phone ahead when I'm about to walk over to the front of the house and knock on their front door to drop off the rent cheque. I don't know if I'm capable of dropping in with the expectation of being given drinks, and maybe even nibblies. What if they happened to be busy scrubbing the bathroom grout and I've caught them in their grubbiest clothes? What if they wanted a quiet afternoon nap but there I am, expecting them to be sociable?
Are you a dropper-inner? Are there rules to follow? Is there a neighbourly etiquette I should know about before I go knocking? How long does one stay? Will the visit be reciprocated? Do I bring something because it's rude to arrive with empty hands?
Such are the questions of a rolling stone.