Ill of mother of the broken legged

I really think there is something about me that screams “walk over”. 

Today an aunt of mine called me after <let me count> 11 years. That’s right. She didn’t even come to my wedding. Now that is saying a lot about closeness because my wedding was a close, intimate gathering of about 1000 people true Indian style! She wasn’t even amongst those 1000 “close” friends and family, this aunt. 

So how come she called today you ask? Well, let me tell you.

This aunt has a daughter who happens to currently study in Bangalore and live in the hostel. This precious has broken her leg. Now don’t you judge me for speaking ill of the mom of the broken-legged! But if you read the conversation that followed I think you would be on my side.

Random aunty: Hello beta, how are you? Are you in Bangalore?

Me: May I know who is speaking?

Random aunty: <fake laughter> oh beta, this is random aunty

Me: <fake laughter> Oh! Hi!

Random aunty: How are you? How is TOH? I hear you don’t have a job these days how are you managing with TOH gone all day? 

Me: Umm....

Random aunty: Accha beta, where do you live? Is it close to the airport?

Me: No, it is not. Why?

Random aunty: Oh and TOH is he here? Do you guys have a car?

Me: What exactly happened aunty?

Random aunty: No beta, you see daughter has broken her leg and I thought I should visit but there really isn’t any point. I mean her leg is broken what can I do by coming there right? (I am not joking this is what she said)

Me: Ok....

Random aunty: So, I was thinking it is a long weekend and you know three days holidays...I was wondering if you could go pick up daughter and she could stay with you for three days and then you could drop her back. She wants to watch a movie and enjoy you know....but her leg is broken <insert sympathy pause>

Seriously WTF! You do not speak to me for 11 years, you make a random remark about me being unemployed, your daughter is not even my Facebook friend and you have the nerve to call me to ask me to play chauffeur, chef and a nurse!

These are the times when I totally do not mind playing my ‘Indian damsel who cannot function without her husband’ act. 

I simply told her that I cannot because TOH is traveling this weekend and I of course do not travel alone <shudders> so nope...no can't do. 

But really please tell me...do these things happen to you as well? Do you have random aunts or uncles or cousins who think they can waltz in and out whenever they please? I would love to hear about them...share your agony!