Another adventure in the life of...well me
This one is a small adventure but quite vexing still. I have the fortune of having lovely Tuesdays off of work. On my Tuesday morning of laundry and cleaning my father called me to say "Hey Mycah, could you do me a favor. 1st give your dog a kiss on the head for me (trying to butter me up for the next question!) and 2nd, to save me from having to clock out from work again and come home could you go bother your brother for the money he owes his lawyer and come bring it to me at work?"
"Erm...I guess so."
"Okay thanks!"
I then drag my butt upstairs and knock on his door. Knock KNOCK knock! I am met with silence for about 1 minute then I hear a gargled "huHhh?"
I reply with a "Dad wants me to get money from you that your supposed to give to your lawyer."
He stumbles to the door, opens it, and through the slits of his half opened, blood shot, red swollen eyes says "Ohh I am tiired." He then walks down the hallway and stumbles to the right, then stumbles to the left, leans against the railway, then as the chariots of fire plays loudly he makes it to the bird room, (hallelujah!) where his money is apparently stashed.
I then sit there, and wait, and wait. 10 minutes goes by. Oh look there goes 20 minutes. Oh looky loo 30 minutes has arrived, now I am impatient. I kinda hear what sounds like he just passed out and hit his head. I then scream "Do you have that money for your lawyer yet!?"
Again, in his slurry stumbly speech he says "oh, yeah let me get it." He walks out with 2 envelopes..oh sorry not walks, STUMBLES. It then takes him I dont even know how long, to lick one of the envelopes and then give it to me. I grab them from him trying my best to not act annoyed and say "Now you can go back to bed!" *cheesy fake grin here*
I start walking to my car and out of nowhere he says "Oh! do you want some gum?"
"Uh, not really after all my dental work no...but uhm thanks!"
THE END
not very riveting but UGH I can't stand him.
This one is a small adventure but quite vexing still. I have the fortune of having lovely Tuesdays off of work. On my Tuesday morning of laundry and cleaning my father called me to say "Hey Mycah, could you do me a favor. 1st give your dog a kiss on the head for me (trying to butter me up for the next question!) and 2nd, to save me from having to clock out from work again and come home could you go bother your brother for the money he owes his lawyer and come bring it to me at work?"
"Erm...I guess so."
"Okay thanks!"
I then drag my butt upstairs and knock on his door. Knock KNOCK knock! I am met with silence for about 1 minute then I hear a gargled "huHhh?"
I reply with a "Dad wants me to get money from you that your supposed to give to your lawyer."
He stumbles to the door, opens it, and through the slits of his half opened, blood shot, red swollen eyes says "Ohh I am tiired." He then walks down the hallway and stumbles to the right, then stumbles to the left, leans against the railway, then as the chariots of fire plays loudly he makes it to the bird room, (hallelujah!) where his money is apparently stashed.
I then sit there, and wait, and wait. 10 minutes goes by. Oh look there goes 20 minutes. Oh looky loo 30 minutes has arrived, now I am impatient. I kinda hear what sounds like he just passed out and hit his head. I then scream "Do you have that money for your lawyer yet!?"
Again, in his slurry stumbly speech he says "oh, yeah let me get it." He walks out with 2 envelopes..oh sorry not walks, STUMBLES. It then takes him I dont even know how long, to lick one of the envelopes and then give it to me. I grab them from him trying my best to not act annoyed and say "Now you can go back to bed!" *cheesy fake grin here*
I start walking to my car and out of nowhere he says "Oh! do you want some gum?"
"Uh, not really after all my dental work no...but uhm thanks!"
THE END
not very riveting but UGH I can't stand him.
I love hearing you stories about your crazy family...it makes me feel better to know I am not the only one! Your brother cracks me up and disgusts me at the same time. I am so sorry. My offer still stands...
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