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Damn winds, bustin' trucks and bowling alleys...
14 years ago
So I got home last night to find that the wind blew off the fiberglass bed cover to my truck. (Pretty sure it's fiberglass, at least.) Unfortunately, I don't have the key to actually lock it down, and one of the locks broke before I got the truck, anyway.=P Now, the last time this happened, I needed help from two other people to get it back on, because that thing's both effin' heavy and effin' awkward. No way I'm getting it back on by myself with a hand and a half. =P So I moved the boxes from the back of the truck to the inside, dragged the cover back to sit on the grass behind my truck to make it less obvious, and called it a night.
My mother came over this morning to give me a ride to work, and I came out of my house to find her standing next to said cover, pointing at it. I told her what happened, and she gives me this "Okay, I was just making sure you knew it was there" line...As if I'm not going to notice the ginormous grey sheet of fiberglass laying in my yard! *facepalm* And then she's telling me how I should have put it back on if it blew off, and when I told her that requires a minimum of two people to accomplish, she told me she'll get my brother to come over and help in a few weeks...When I can prolly get some friends/coworkers to come over and help me reattach it in a matter of days. *facepalm the second*
I'll get it back on, though, and I should prolly invest in one of those bungee cords with hooks to hold it down after it gets reattached, so this doesn't happen a third time...At least until I can do something about the locks. And at least I didn't have it as bad as some folks. (NOOOOO! Not the bowling alley! D= )
Also, A minor, amusing conversation with my mother...As she was driving me to work, she started talking about her recent visit to the Pretzel Factory. It went something like this:
Mother: ...And there were pretzels everywhere! They were in all kinds of shapes, and they had every kind of dipping sauce for them! I can't believe there were so many pretzels there!
Me: Well, you know why there were so many pretzels there?
Mother: No, why?
Me: Because it's the effing Pretzel Factory!
Mother: Oh, well, I just find it hard to believe they had so many pretzels...
Me: *facepalm the third*
~Kyetsu
My mother came over this morning to give me a ride to work, and I came out of my house to find her standing next to said cover, pointing at it. I told her what happened, and she gives me this "Okay, I was just making sure you knew it was there" line...As if I'm not going to notice the ginormous grey sheet of fiberglass laying in my yard! *facepalm* And then she's telling me how I should have put it back on if it blew off, and when I told her that requires a minimum of two people to accomplish, she told me she'll get my brother to come over and help in a few weeks...When I can prolly get some friends/coworkers to come over and help me reattach it in a matter of days. *facepalm the second*
I'll get it back on, though, and I should prolly invest in one of those bungee cords with hooks to hold it down after it gets reattached, so this doesn't happen a third time...At least until I can do something about the locks. And at least I didn't have it as bad as some folks. (NOOOOO! Not the bowling alley! D= )
Also, A minor, amusing conversation with my mother...As she was driving me to work, she started talking about her recent visit to the Pretzel Factory. It went something like this:
Mother: ...And there were pretzels everywhere! They were in all kinds of shapes, and they had every kind of dipping sauce for them! I can't believe there were so many pretzels there!
Me: Well, you know why there were so many pretzels there?
Mother: No, why?
Me: Because it's the effing Pretzel Factory!
Mother: Oh, well, I just find it hard to believe they had so many pretzels...
Me: *facepalm the third*
~Kyetsu
AuraTheWolf
~aurathewolf
I forgot if I asked this already, but is there something wrong with your mother mentally? o.O
Kyetsu
~kyetsu
OP
More than likely. But unfortunately, whatever mental problems she might have will go on undetected/undiagnosed. Doctors don't know what she's like outside of her checkups, and I can't bust in there like "Hey! Send her to a psychologist! Here's the crap she pulls with me!" Nor does she see any problems with the way she is, so she won't ask for an evaluation herself. What I learned from growing up with her is to try to avoid her "bad side", and find the best way to deal with her when she does stuff like this. =\
