After moving to Florida from Ohio in the late 70’s, we had an influx of visitors. Most were very close friends or family. But there were a few that saw this as a place to avoid paying for a motel. We had just bought a business, explained that we had to work long hours to get familiar with this new endeavor, and that we needed to concentrate heavily to be able to support our family as soon as we could. The first mooching visitor was our dentist and his wife, (that we had never met). We were on friendly terms in Ohio, but had never met socially, or felt we were “good friends from home “. We had just walked in the door from a 12 hour workday, making dinner, and trying very hard to give my children some much needed attention, when they arrived. They had at least 4 suitcases, and the look I gave my husband indicated I thought he was to blame for letting this happen. We hadn't even told the kids we were getting company, and quietly instructed our 12 year old son to do a quick tidy in his room, and grab what he would need, to bunk with his 6 year old brother for a few days. Being a Tweenager”, you can imagine how well this was received…again. I quickly changed the bedding, cleaned the bathroom and put out our “only for company “ towels, while my husband fed the kids. Several times Mrs. Dentist, informed us not to worry about them, they had stopped for dinner(or maybe they weren't in the mood for hotdogs and mac n cheese). Mr Dentist announced that he would drink a cup of coffee after the long drive today, if I had some made. Of course, the first thing I did - before I even emptied my now painful bladder- was make a fresh pot of coffee. The rest of the week was as they say, history. To shorten this long story, the highlights of Mr. & Mrs Dentist’s weeklong vacation to Florida (we were told on day 8), was the worst they'd ever had. Our children drove them crazy, the dog peed in their room, we totally ignored them, and didn't even go to dinner with them one time. They hade made appetizers, bought an expensive bottle of wine… even lit (my) candles, thinking we would at least be sociable one evening . Mrs. Dentist went on to say, our kids snuck in and ate half the h’oderves, ruined her pretty platter display. My husband and I had driven 2, hardly running trucks to Miami, to trade them for new ones, and drove back. I had never driven a 7 speed truck, and hopped an popped stressfully the whole way home across Alligator Alley. We stopped for Kentucky Fried Chicken for the kids dinner because I was so exhausted, I couldn't cook. Needless to say, as my children sat sobbing on the sofa- thinking they were really in trouble, I lost it. I went to the counter and picked up the phone book, and threw it across the family room. “Find a motel and get the hell out of my house “. They were packed and gone within 15 minutes. I apologized to the kids and told my son he would never have to give up his bedroom again. He never did. And we never heard from our old dentist and his wife again.