I really need to get the appearance of a life some time soon.
My neighbor, day before Thanksgiving: Can you bring over your dining room chairs* tomorrow morning? I’m having company.
Me: Um, no, I can’t. I’m going to be using them.
Neighbor: Why? Is somebody coming over?
Me: Um, yes. I’m having company.
Neighbor: Questions about who, their relation to me, where they live, etc.
Neighbor: How long will you be using the chairs?
*I will note that I did once lend my chairs out. But not on Thanksgiving. Also, the previous Thanksgiving I was asked to loan a roasting pan.
Same neighbor, yesterday: Are you going to be around on Christmas Eve?
Neighbor: You’re not? Why not?
Me: Because I’m going out.
Neighbor: Questions about where, who, why, etc.
Me: Answers. (Note that one of the answers included the details that I’m going to cook for one of my relatives.)
Neighbor: Well, what time are you coming home? Because we will get home around eight and I’d like to have you take a family picture then.
Me: I won’t be home until much later.
Neighbor: Well, what about Saturday morning after church?