Agree, tagging makes no sense in isolation so it’s fair enough to quote comments, but the thing that really pisses me off (and which you see almost daily on here now) is people re-posting the entire OP. It’s assumed you’re replying to the OP unless you state otherwise, there’s never any reason to quote the whole bloody thing again. I’ve even seen people do it when they’re the very first comment - a massive long OP copied and repeated directly underneath. WTAF?!
I think I’ve been lucky as my only experience of weird guest behaviour was a play date years ago. Woman I barely knew asked me to have her DD (classmate of DS) to tea after school, then instructed me not to give her pizza or similar, she’d have chicken, potatoes and broccoli, but it would ‘need to be organic’ (i.e. fkn expensive). Child predictably refused to eat a single mouthful so it all went in the bin (I honestly think the woman told me this in an effort to impress, bizarrely). She also refused bread or fruit and wouldn’t sit at the table at all, instead running around the house whilst my kids ate.
They were all upstairs playing when the mother arrived and I was calling them to come down when she physically pushed past me and went flying up the stairs on the pretext of getting her daughter. She was up there ages and I heard her going in and out of every single room, having a good old nose round.
When they eventually came down she started quizzing me on what we’d paid for the house and listing its faults, until the child started crying and saying she’d not been given any dinner. I explained she’d refused to eat her organic bloody chicken, but instead of apologising and taking her kid home, the mother immediately started rummaging through my fridge and opening all the kitchen cupboards, saying “oh darling, I’m sure we can find you something in here”.
I wouldn’t mind at all if a friend did this, but she’d never set foot in my house before! It’s unlike me not to speak up but I was so taken aback by her CF-ery I just sort of stood there until she finished and said with a big sigh, “I suppose I’ll just have to make you something when we get home”. I think if she’d found something she fancied she’d have literally made her child a meal with my food in my kitchen.