OMG OMG OMG!
Let's all take a moment to celebrate the fact that none of us is the horrible woman who wrote this to Miss Manners:
Dear Miss Manners:
A woman I thought was my friend lost her husband about two months ago. They had tickets to an event I was dying to see, but we just didn't have the connections she did, I guess.
Then after Tony died I figured she wouldn't be going. I called her and told her I knew it wouldn't be the same going by herself so, rather than waste the tickets, my George has a tuxedo. She seemed to appreciate my offer and said, "And you are volunteering George?"
I went to a lot of trouble to get ready. I had my hair, nails and everything done. George rented a tux. When we went by her place to pick up the tickets, there she was in an evening dress. She thought I was going to let her date my husband!
Instead of saying she was sorry for the mix-up, she said that since she was going to be putting the extra ticket at the box office in case somebody needed it, she'd better leave. Then she put us out the door.
George says the polite thing would have been to let him just escort her. HA! I know how widows are. Inasmuch as she didn't have the good grace to let us use the tickets after we went to so much trouble, don't you think she owes us for all the preparations we made? I was so disappointed that I didn't get to attend this event.
Miss Manners Said:
Somebody here should be saying, "And I thought she was my friend!" Miss Manners is only surprised to hear that it is you.
Ah, but you say that you know how widows are. They are reclusive, so that you can safely assume that they want to be left out of things, and so befuddled that it should be easy to pluck what you want from them. At the same time, they are so predatory that husbands cannot be trusted in their company.
Even words do not deter you. Any sensible person would interpret what you said as a kind offer to have your husband escort your friend to the event and your answer to her question as a confirmation. But then you also stated that your husband owns evening clothes when he does not.
Now your idea is to dun the lady for money to assuage your suffering. Miss Manners would not advise this. Not all widows are helpless.

2 Comments:
Only worse might have been a request to borrow the dead husband's body so she could more easily travel in the HOV lane on high-traffic-volume days. What a sow.
Yikes - What a nut! Check out this guy's letter to Prudence and her awesome response to him!
Dear Prudie,
There is this woman I like and she's got a set of big fake boobs. I know they are fake because her other friends have shown me "before" and "after" pictures of her. Don't get me wrong—I love how they look, but I want to ask her why she got them. Whenever we go anywhere, she always keeps them covered up. Even at the beach, she wears a very conservative one-piece bathing suit that comes up to her neck. I'm not sure how to approach the subject as we are just friends, although I would like our relationship to become more, and don't want to seem like some kind of a pervert. Please tell me the best way to discuss her sizable bust without offending her.
—Curious
Dear Curious,
How about, "Nice rack! What made you decide to get them and how much did you pay? Also, I'd really like to touch them, so can we go on a date?" Or perhaps you'd have more success if you forgot about making any mammary inquiries, and just have a series of normal conversations with her, gauging if she seems interested in you, then asking her out. Or best of all, since she's probably sick of you looking at her slack-jawed with your eyes glued to her chest, maybe you should just leave her alone.
—Prudie
From: http://www.slate.com/id/2149522/
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