Probably, after I share this with you guys, well, you are most likely going to either be disgusted with me, OR understand my frustration..
Last night, or well, into the early evening actually, was a nightmare. It is a well known fact that my brother needs to be on mood stabilizers, as he has a MAJOR anger problem. I did not think, however, that after letting him crash on my couch for the last 2 and a half weeks would warrant such an ungrateful and atrocious attitude from him. I asked him to simply help me move a cabinet and move a desk from Chuck's old house to our apartment. Even though I knew there were some time constraints, this really wasn't going to take more than an hour and he would have had plenty of time to get going later in the evening. Well, he arrives a half hour late, all kinds of unidentifiable shit in the back seat and rear of his truck and his dead weight girlfriend riding shot gun. Oh, ok, so NOW I know why you were late ::rolls eyes:: So, then he starts fucking arguing with me, yelling at me, then screaming "Fuck You"-'s at me. His voice is echoing against all of the buildings in my apartment complex, and as per usual his face is turning a deeper shade of crimson with each octave raised in his voice. Finally, I was just like y'know what? Situation is already fucked, I'm done here. My cell phone was dead, and before the big blowout, I had asked my brother to use his cell to call Chuck's dad to let him know we were running late- the prick said, "No, fuck you, we will get there when we get there!" Oh, that's right, because I forgot everyone runs on Caleb time! What was I thinking? Finally, I just shut and locked my door and figured there was NO way I was heading over to Chuck's dad's house with this lunatic. Plus, with his bump on a log girlfriend with us, there was no way I was going to have anywhere to sit, with the trash in the back situation as well. So, needless to say, Chuck's dad was pissed that we didn't call or show. Gahhh! Oh, and on top of that, I was completely embarrassed to go outside because now, the somewhat quiet existence we'd been leading, Chuck and I, would certainly be seen as something actually out of a trailer park. When Chuck got home, and I told him, he was PISSED. The whole situation was just fucked. Completely. But this is not why I think I'll lose some 'fans' today.
.My car needed gas, and I was in tears of frustration; I needed to go for a long ride....
I get to the gas station, the one where gas is only 3.07 in a town that averages 3.23 per gallon. Relieved that there was actually a pump available, I glided in with ease. Ok, I'm cool, it's cool, this place is swamped, but finally something is going smoothly. So, when I get out to open up my gas tank, this broad with a thick foreign accent informs me that the three people in line behind her have been waiting for a while and could I move to another pump. Are you fucking kidding me? So, I throw my hands up in the air and I'm just like fuck it, something just opened up on the other side, I'll pull around to that one. Ok, car is in position. I make my way up to the convient mart/office to pre-pay, 'cause it's that kind of a joint. Then, another man with an even thicker accent tells me, rudely, "No gas". And I'm like, "excuse me? What do you MEAN NO GAS!" And then the dude informs me that because my car is facing away from the store, I cannot pump my gas. I'm like, "what the fuck? This is a pre-pay gas station! It's not like I'm gonna pump and run! What the hell dude?!?!? Look, here's ten bucks just put in on number nine, ok?" And, as I start to walk away, dude's like, and even ruder, "No, I no take your money. No gas if car is no facing store. No!" So then I was like, "Look, I just pulled around so these fucking people could pump their gas! I moved my car for them!" as I pointed to the three people standing in line behind me, of COURSE not saying anything in my defense. So, finally, I'm just like, "you know what, fuck you dude, you're an ass hole, you know that? A real certifiable ASS-HOLE!!" And, as I am making my way back to my car, this dude and chick in this convertible are like, "damn, look at her, look at her go!" And I turned around, SOOOO pissed at this point and I yelled," what you mother fucker? You want to go? What? Yeah, FUCK YOU!" I've just had the evening from hell you mother fuckers!
I'm not really classifiable as an "angry" person, per say. I just have my moments. And, you know what? I don't think enough people embrace these moments, actually. MAYBE yelling and throwing my hands in the air was a bit over board, but I'll tell you what, I looked, real hard before peeling outta there (gasless, I'll have you know) and there were NO signs that stated this. Even during my little tirade in the convenient mart, I looked, there was nothing posted about which way your car needed to be turned in order to get gas. And, I'll tell ya, this is the FIRST time I have ever heard of this nonsense.Therefore, I think my tantrum was somewhat warranted, and I'm stickin' to it!
Have a great weekend everyone, oh and beware the antics at the gas pumps!
Last night, or well, into the early evening actually, was a nightmare. It is a well known fact that my brother needs to be on mood stabilizers, as he has a MAJOR anger problem. I did not think, however, that after letting him crash on my couch for the last 2 and a half weeks would warrant such an ungrateful and atrocious attitude from him. I asked him to simply help me move a cabinet and move a desk from Chuck's old house to our apartment. Even though I knew there were some time constraints, this really wasn't going to take more than an hour and he would have had plenty of time to get going later in the evening. Well, he arrives a half hour late, all kinds of unidentifiable shit in the back seat and rear of his truck and his dead weight girlfriend riding shot gun. Oh, ok, so NOW I know why you were late ::rolls eyes:: So, then he starts fucking arguing with me, yelling at me, then screaming "Fuck You"-'s at me. His voice is echoing against all of the buildings in my apartment complex, and as per usual his face is turning a deeper shade of crimson with each octave raised in his voice. Finally, I was just like y'know what? Situation is already fucked, I'm done here. My cell phone was dead, and before the big blowout, I had asked my brother to use his cell to call Chuck's dad to let him know we were running late- the prick said, "No, fuck you, we will get there when we get there!" Oh, that's right, because I forgot everyone runs on Caleb time! What was I thinking? Finally, I just shut and locked my door and figured there was NO way I was heading over to Chuck's dad's house with this lunatic. Plus, with his bump on a log girlfriend with us, there was no way I was going to have anywhere to sit, with the trash in the back situation as well. So, needless to say, Chuck's dad was pissed that we didn't call or show. Gahhh! Oh, and on top of that, I was completely embarrassed to go outside because now, the somewhat quiet existence we'd been leading, Chuck and I, would certainly be seen as something actually out of a trailer park. When Chuck got home, and I told him, he was PISSED. The whole situation was just fucked. Completely. But this is not why I think I'll lose some 'fans' today.
.My car needed gas, and I was in tears of frustration; I needed to go for a long ride....
I get to the gas station, the one where gas is only 3.07 in a town that averages 3.23 per gallon. Relieved that there was actually a pump available, I glided in with ease. Ok, I'm cool, it's cool, this place is swamped, but finally something is going smoothly. So, when I get out to open up my gas tank, this broad with a thick foreign accent informs me that the three people in line behind her have been waiting for a while and could I move to another pump. Are you fucking kidding me? So, I throw my hands up in the air and I'm just like fuck it, something just opened up on the other side, I'll pull around to that one. Ok, car is in position. I make my way up to the convient mart/office to pre-pay, 'cause it's that kind of a joint. Then, another man with an even thicker accent tells me, rudely, "No gas". And I'm like, "excuse me? What do you MEAN NO GAS!" And then the dude informs me that because my car is facing away from the store, I cannot pump my gas. I'm like, "what the fuck? This is a pre-pay gas station! It's not like I'm gonna pump and run! What the hell dude?!?!? Look, here's ten bucks just put in on number nine, ok?" And, as I start to walk away, dude's like, and even ruder, "No, I no take your money. No gas if car is no facing store. No!" So then I was like, "Look, I just pulled around so these fucking people could pump their gas! I moved my car for them!" as I pointed to the three people standing in line behind me, of COURSE not saying anything in my defense. So, finally, I'm just like, "you know what, fuck you dude, you're an ass hole, you know that? A real certifiable ASS-HOLE!!" And, as I am making my way back to my car, this dude and chick in this convertible are like, "damn, look at her, look at her go!" And I turned around, SOOOO pissed at this point and I yelled," what you mother fucker? You want to go? What? Yeah, FUCK YOU!" I've just had the evening from hell you mother fuckers!
I'm not really classifiable as an "angry" person, per say. I just have my moments. And, you know what? I don't think enough people embrace these moments, actually. MAYBE yelling and throwing my hands in the air was a bit over board, but I'll tell you what, I looked, real hard before peeling outta there (gasless, I'll have you know) and there were NO signs that stated this. Even during my little tirade in the convenient mart, I looked, there was nothing posted about which way your car needed to be turned in order to get gas. And, I'll tell ya, this is the FIRST time I have ever heard of this nonsense.Therefore, I think my tantrum was somewhat warranted, and I'm stickin' to it!
Have a great weekend everyone, oh and beware the antics at the gas pumps!
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-TM