When one unintentionally tags along or goes to an event that one may not be wanted at. One feels like the proverbial fifth wheel and like one is intruding and that one is not wanted. A very awkward situation.
Greg: I ended up going out to eat with Sarah's family last night.
Jeff: Really?
Greg: yeah, the problem it that it was a welcome home dinner for her sister.
Jeff: man, you totally gate crashed their cocktail party.
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Sarah: Greg gate crashed my family's cocktail party!
Georgette: bummer.
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Georgette: friends don't let friends go around gate crashing a cocktail party.
Jeff: ...awkward...
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.