So a few days ago, my city decided to come down my street and replace parts of the sidewalk. Sounds like a normal thing, yes? NO! Why, you ask? Because no one got any warning whatsoever. No article in the paper, message on the answering machine, note on the door or anything. Just a rude awakening at 9am by jerky construction workers screaming at people to move their cars.
At this time, my mom was in the living room with the curtains closed. One of the men banged on the WINDOW. Yes, the freaking WINDOW!!! You see, where I come from, it's customary to knock on the DOOR when you wish to speak with someone instead of pounding on the picture window and peering inside like a creeper... Then, my mom, a little ticked, came to the door and was greeted with, "YOU MOVE CAR! NOW"!
Mom: Excuse me?
AssHo': YOU MOVE CAR! WE FIX SIDEWALK!
Mom: Ok....
She gets the keys for all 3 cars, mine, her's and my sister's, and moved all 3 cars into the street. Once this was finished, she started to go back inside. Before she could reach the first step even, AssHo' was barking at her again!
AssHo': NO! NO GOOD! YOU MOVE SOMEWHERE ELSE! NO!
Mom: Where should I move them?
AssHo': SOMEWHERE ELSE! MOVE NOW!
Mom: WHERE!?!!
AssHo': *ignores*
So, mom moves the cars yet again, only to be yelled at a THIRD TIME to move the cars because she apparently didn't guess the right spot. She moves them again, and didn't get yelled at again. My guess is it had something to do with him leaving to go torment other people.
Later when I woke up, I noticed all the torn up concrete and mom told me of that morning's drama. I saw the workers come back and were getting awfully close to my baby (a cute lil' Eclipse who I love dearly) so I stood back and watched them from inside to make sure they didnt touch him. They noticed my stares and shot daggers in my direction. Soon, a cement truck appeared and the driver was screaming something at the workers and was pointing violently at my mom's car (I heard him call the workers dumbasses). One worker turned to me and flipped.
Jerk: THEES YOUR CAR??!!! THEES YOUR CAR??!!!!
Me: Actually i-
Jerk: THEES YOUR CAR?!!! YOU MOVE YOUR CAR! MOVE NOW!!!
Me: Not mine!
Technically, I didn't lie since it was my mom's car. I just stopped caring when they continued to be ass monkeys. Because the car was in the way, they had to reach over to pull the wet cement over as the truck poured it. Awe...poor babies. Must me soooo rough to have to reach a whole 3 feet I weep great crocodile tears for you
At this time, my mom was in the living room with the curtains closed. One of the men banged on the WINDOW. Yes, the freaking WINDOW!!! You see, where I come from, it's customary to knock on the DOOR when you wish to speak with someone instead of pounding on the picture window and peering inside like a creeper... Then, my mom, a little ticked, came to the door and was greeted with, "YOU MOVE CAR! NOW"!
Mom: Excuse me?
AssHo': YOU MOVE CAR! WE FIX SIDEWALK!
Mom: Ok....
She gets the keys for all 3 cars, mine, her's and my sister's, and moved all 3 cars into the street. Once this was finished, she started to go back inside. Before she could reach the first step even, AssHo' was barking at her again!
AssHo': NO! NO GOOD! YOU MOVE SOMEWHERE ELSE! NO!
Mom: Where should I move them?
AssHo': SOMEWHERE ELSE! MOVE NOW!
Mom: WHERE!?!!
AssHo': *ignores*
So, mom moves the cars yet again, only to be yelled at a THIRD TIME to move the cars because she apparently didn't guess the right spot. She moves them again, and didn't get yelled at again. My guess is it had something to do with him leaving to go torment other people.
Later when I woke up, I noticed all the torn up concrete and mom told me of that morning's drama. I saw the workers come back and were getting awfully close to my baby (a cute lil' Eclipse who I love dearly) so I stood back and watched them from inside to make sure they didnt touch him. They noticed my stares and shot daggers in my direction. Soon, a cement truck appeared and the driver was screaming something at the workers and was pointing violently at my mom's car (I heard him call the workers dumbasses). One worker turned to me and flipped.
Jerk: THEES YOUR CAR??!!! THEES YOUR CAR??!!!!
Me: Actually i-
Jerk: THEES YOUR CAR?!!! YOU MOVE YOUR CAR! MOVE NOW!!!
Me: Not mine!
Technically, I didn't lie since it was my mom's car. I just stopped caring when they continued to be ass monkeys. Because the car was in the way, they had to reach over to pull the wet cement over as the truck poured it. Awe...poor babies. Must me soooo rough to have to reach a whole 3 feet I weep great crocodile tears for you
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