Asshat II: The Asshattening
Mom told me last night that the nuisance isn't even buying his plane ticket until next week. He's dragging this out for exactly three months, just like we thought he would. He seems to think giving us a token amount of money and not eating our food entitles him to stay as long as he likes. Because of him, Mom's not willing to let anyone else stay here for more than a few days ever again.
She told me this morning that on the news they were talking about how some N train cars had to be taken out of service and fumigated, because there were bedbugs on the train. They mentioned how the bugs can be picked up in the wooden benches of the train stations, how they can be brought on by luggage, homeless people, so on and so forth.
He goes "Well, what about the Indians? Did they talk about the Indians?" The reason he said this is because he heard about the cases of bedbug infestation in my building, and the large majority of families who have had bedbugs multiple times are Indian. Ergo he's made up his mind that all Indians have bedbugs, and expected the morning news to say so.
Let that sink in. He's such a fucking piece of shit that he expected the news channels to publicly blame Indian people for bedbugs. Mom was stunned into silence and I just said "They can't do that. That's racist." He actually looked surprised at that. But again, he thinks PoC are subhuman except for the "more sophisticated" ones, so you have to take it from the stupid 1950's mindset it comes from.
My mother's birthday is six days from now. The nuisance asked me what we were going to do, and I told him nothing much, really. We'll give her presents and have a cake, but that's about it. Mom doesn't like to go out to eat (She's got a delicate stomach and sometimes restaurant food upsets it). He looks disappointed and goes "Oh. I would have thought there'd be a party..."
Party? What fucking party did you think was going to happen, shitbreath? It's a weeknight, and Mom works long hours. She's tired. Also, you don't hold parties in apartments on weeknights. Nor do any of us want you wandering around bothering any friends and family we might invite to such an occasion with bizarre questions like "Could you kill yourself if you were terminally ill?"
He says he needs to get her something, and asks what she'd like. Perfume and jewelry are out of his price range, and I wouldn't ask that besides. I just told him to get her a box of chocolate. What I really wanted to say was "You know what she'd have really liked? You out of her house before her birthday."
It's amazing how we've all managed to hide our resentment of him and act like we don't mind having him here. It really is.
She told me this morning that on the news they were talking about how some N train cars had to be taken out of service and fumigated, because there were bedbugs on the train. They mentioned how the bugs can be picked up in the wooden benches of the train stations, how they can be brought on by luggage, homeless people, so on and so forth.
He goes "Well, what about the Indians? Did they talk about the Indians?" The reason he said this is because he heard about the cases of bedbug infestation in my building, and the large majority of families who have had bedbugs multiple times are Indian. Ergo he's made up his mind that all Indians have bedbugs, and expected the morning news to say so.
Let that sink in. He's such a fucking piece of shit that he expected the news channels to publicly blame Indian people for bedbugs. Mom was stunned into silence and I just said "They can't do that. That's racist." He actually looked surprised at that. But again, he thinks PoC are subhuman except for the "more sophisticated" ones, so you have to take it from the stupid 1950's mindset it comes from.
My mother's birthday is six days from now. The nuisance asked me what we were going to do, and I told him nothing much, really. We'll give her presents and have a cake, but that's about it. Mom doesn't like to go out to eat (She's got a delicate stomach and sometimes restaurant food upsets it). He looks disappointed and goes "Oh. I would have thought there'd be a party..."
Party? What fucking party did you think was going to happen, shitbreath? It's a weeknight, and Mom works long hours. She's tired. Also, you don't hold parties in apartments on weeknights. Nor do any of us want you wandering around bothering any friends and family we might invite to such an occasion with bizarre questions like "Could you kill yourself if you were terminally ill?"
He says he needs to get her something, and asks what she'd like. Perfume and jewelry are out of his price range, and I wouldn't ask that besides. I just told him to get her a box of chocolate. What I really wanted to say was "You know what she'd have really liked? You out of her house before her birthday."
It's amazing how we've all managed to hide our resentment of him and act like we don't mind having him here. It really is.