RSVP.

Pleased that he wasn’t causing any harm by saying “no”, he refreshed the page. There it was again—the same invite, but from someone else. They never stop do they, he thought. He didn’t want his face plastered under the “not attending” corral of pictures; and to the people inviting him, they thought they had just forgotten him. If he had a nickel for every event invite he removed and received again, he would be rich.