A week ago (come Thursday) my father's car, the one I drive to work was broken into while I was at work. At the hospital. In an employee, gated parking lot. Worse yet, they were smart enough to enter the car (I don't lock doors thinking it better for them to open the door and steal, which I don't have anything of value in vehicles, instead of busting out a window and stealing) and open the glove compartment where the button to pop the trunk is and take the tools out and try to crack the ignition to steal the car. It's a '94 Buick Century. Why? I'd a stolen my Jeep (which I wasn't driving, just using as a comparison) before that car. They busted the steering column and cracked the instrument panel glass and fucked the ignition with a steak knife (which I found under the passenger seat, twisted all to hell like a corkscrew. The police didn't even give me a report sheet. Security (which took fifteen minutes to respond to my parking lot emergency box call after being disconnected from it twice) has cameras but beyond mentioning them nothing else has surfaced with this technology. My father's insurace neither covers the tow nor allowed him comprehensive coverage to handle such things.
As such, I had to spend the night in the hospital since I had to work the next night and no one was available to give me a ride. Spent half the day (I work nights) in a recliner in a "quiet room." No, it wasn't quiet, being along the main medical floor drag. I was moved around noon to a lesser known annex where I lay (not slept) on a gurney listening to that annoying "something trapped in the duct work" sound above my head.
Moving on... I got home to find a crack in my kitchen faucet. I turned it on to receive a face full of water. Went and bought a replacement this morning. It didn't come with the sprayer attachment that the first one I picked up did and they cost the same. Went to install it and found out that hot water seems to corrode even plastic. Got everything but the hot water unscrewed (I was smart enough to turn the valves off first). Used a can of WD-40 to loosen the nut, beat on it for two hours only to find the plastic nut holding the faucet in place would not get over the stressed grooves the copper nut was attached too. I grabbed a lighter preparing to burn the plastic piece of shit away when I realized heating it may be all I need to do. It was, but that is not to imply the rest of my work was easy. The new faucet was put in place and reconnected in five minutes. Eli Whitney never said it was easy to interchange parts.
My father made me miss the Super Bowl party at my cousins' (their first party at home in ten years). He was drunk off his ass most of the day. On the way over to their house we noticed a guy stopped at the end of the road for quite a few minutes. Strange, and mix in he wasn't familiar (only family lives on this road) forced us to follow him. He went to town and must have got wise to us (we got his license plate) and tried to shake us. My father nearly rear ended him (I did mention he was drunk) and then stopped in the road and stared as the guy turned into a churchyard. We went on down the road and the guy turned around and headed back to town. We followed, through town, and saw him drive halfway across the county before we broke off pursuit. Anyways, at the party he was in charge of cooking. Being drunk, he burned, meaning the insides were undercooked, all the wings, all the while drooling from one corner of his mouth with barbecue sauce smeared all around his mouth. Then I had to ride with him since he was my ride (actually, I thought he wanted me to drive him home... otherwise I would have just stayed at my cousins').
All of that would have been fine and dandy if I didn't have to ride with him on a beer run... on the way back from the county seat he had a beer in one hand and his Glock in the other (I was driving at this time). It was during this time he informed me that he wouldn't sell me the house I live in (once upon a time my grandfather's) since one day I would inherit it but I had to pay the taxes and insurance on it. He has offered for me to have it in the past when I didn't want it so I could use it for collateral to handle some outstanding debt. Now I must inherit it.
He's also psuedo shacking back up with his ex (not my mother) since it's come to light he's going to get a settlement from his accident back in October. I think that's why she's around. She wouldn't come around anymore. Anyways, my grandparents had some land that was too be left (it was probably the last thing my grandmother said before she died) to me and my brother. My father informed me how it's a burden to him and he's going to sell it. And my house. And his house.
Oh, there are times when I could deal with him better if he wasn't among the living anymore. He thinks himself great yet had brought people nothing but pain and frustration (an annecdote: the cousin we went to see was working on his truck, switching out transmissions and was working on the gear shift when my father walked up behind him, stuck his finger to the guy's ass and said "Hey Jim, I bet your asshole has never been pulled so tight before," and thought it was the funniest fucking thing anyone had ever done. Asshole.)
Ahh... thanks. I needed to vent. I couldn't use my website's blog since he reads it
And thanks to India for the salutation. It was very uplifting.
I filched this from Bailey a couple years ago, at about this time of year. If I update again between now and V-day it will be included. The romantic holiday is not enjoyable when you're alone.
As such, I had to spend the night in the hospital since I had to work the next night and no one was available to give me a ride. Spent half the day (I work nights) in a recliner in a "quiet room." No, it wasn't quiet, being along the main medical floor drag. I was moved around noon to a lesser known annex where I lay (not slept) on a gurney listening to that annoying "something trapped in the duct work" sound above my head.
Moving on... I got home to find a crack in my kitchen faucet. I turned it on to receive a face full of water. Went and bought a replacement this morning. It didn't come with the sprayer attachment that the first one I picked up did and they cost the same. Went to install it and found out that hot water seems to corrode even plastic. Got everything but the hot water unscrewed (I was smart enough to turn the valves off first). Used a can of WD-40 to loosen the nut, beat on it for two hours only to find the plastic nut holding the faucet in place would not get over the stressed grooves the copper nut was attached too. I grabbed a lighter preparing to burn the plastic piece of shit away when I realized heating it may be all I need to do. It was, but that is not to imply the rest of my work was easy. The new faucet was put in place and reconnected in five minutes. Eli Whitney never said it was easy to interchange parts.
My father made me miss the Super Bowl party at my cousins' (their first party at home in ten years). He was drunk off his ass most of the day. On the way over to their house we noticed a guy stopped at the end of the road for quite a few minutes. Strange, and mix in he wasn't familiar (only family lives on this road) forced us to follow him. He went to town and must have got wise to us (we got his license plate) and tried to shake us. My father nearly rear ended him (I did mention he was drunk) and then stopped in the road and stared as the guy turned into a churchyard. We went on down the road and the guy turned around and headed back to town. We followed, through town, and saw him drive halfway across the county before we broke off pursuit. Anyways, at the party he was in charge of cooking. Being drunk, he burned, meaning the insides were undercooked, all the wings, all the while drooling from one corner of his mouth with barbecue sauce smeared all around his mouth. Then I had to ride with him since he was my ride (actually, I thought he wanted me to drive him home... otherwise I would have just stayed at my cousins').
All of that would have been fine and dandy if I didn't have to ride with him on a beer run... on the way back from the county seat he had a beer in one hand and his Glock in the other (I was driving at this time). It was during this time he informed me that he wouldn't sell me the house I live in (once upon a time my grandfather's) since one day I would inherit it but I had to pay the taxes and insurance on it. He has offered for me to have it in the past when I didn't want it so I could use it for collateral to handle some outstanding debt. Now I must inherit it.
He's also psuedo shacking back up with his ex (not my mother) since it's come to light he's going to get a settlement from his accident back in October. I think that's why she's around. She wouldn't come around anymore. Anyways, my grandparents had some land that was too be left (it was probably the last thing my grandmother said before she died) to me and my brother. My father informed me how it's a burden to him and he's going to sell it. And my house. And his house.
Oh, there are times when I could deal with him better if he wasn't among the living anymore. He thinks himself great yet had brought people nothing but pain and frustration (an annecdote: the cousin we went to see was working on his truck, switching out transmissions and was working on the gear shift when my father walked up behind him, stuck his finger to the guy's ass and said "Hey Jim, I bet your asshole has never been pulled so tight before," and thought it was the funniest fucking thing anyone had ever done. Asshole.)
Ahh... thanks. I needed to vent. I couldn't use my website's blog since he reads it
And thanks to India for the salutation. It was very uplifting.
I filched this from Bailey a couple years ago, at about this time of year. If I update again between now and V-day it will be included. The romantic holiday is not enjoyable when you're alone.
hecklongtree:
If it wasn't for bad luck, you wouldn't have no luck at all.