It's funny when your brain and your mouth don't get together on things
We had some big drama Saturday. Had a baby shower for our Assistant Manager Jeri. Had a Retirement Celebration dinner for Ronald (our previous Boss Man). And had a full-on COPS situation with Diane and her soon-to-be-EX husband.
We got home later than she told him that she expected to be home. (By no fault of hers- she wasn't driving.) We are in a BAD dead zone are for cell phones. When we got back to civilization the soon-to-be EX was blowing up her phone with hateful messages and calls that she chose not to answer. - When we got to the house to the house to pick up her son. (Who is 16 by the way- and perfectly able to sit in the living room and wait for her to get there. --The STB-EX was mad because he and his girlfriend "didn't get to go to the casino" because the kid was there!) The STB-EX *charged* off the porch yelling "NO! YOU ARE GOING TO COME UP HERE AND WE'RE GONNA HAVE A TALK!!" So, Jeri and I decide to wait untill she safely got out of there.
He starts yelling at me to "get the Hell outta here you big bitch!"
And naturally my brain thinks things like "I will not leave untill you act like a grown man instead of a small child throwing a temper tantrum!" (He had charged her car and tried to rip the keys out of her hands.)
But...my mouth just comes up with "F**k You Mike!"
Unfortunate. But it got my point across.
Then we called the police.
Drama. Drama. Drama.
We got home later than she told him that she expected to be home. (By no fault of hers- she wasn't driving.) We are in a BAD dead zone are for cell phones. When we got back to civilization the soon-to-be EX was blowing up her phone with hateful messages and calls that she chose not to answer. - When we got to the house to the house to pick up her son. (Who is 16 by the way- and perfectly able to sit in the living room and wait for her to get there. --The STB-EX was mad because he and his girlfriend "didn't get to go to the casino" because the kid was there!) The STB-EX *charged* off the porch yelling "NO! YOU ARE GOING TO COME UP HERE AND WE'RE GONNA HAVE A TALK!!" So, Jeri and I decide to wait untill she safely got out of there.
He starts yelling at me to "get the Hell outta here you big bitch!"
And naturally my brain thinks things like "I will not leave untill you act like a grown man instead of a small child throwing a temper tantrum!" (He had charged her car and tried to rip the keys out of her hands.)
But...my mouth just comes up with "F**k You Mike!"
Unfortunate. But it got my point across.
Then we called the police.
Drama. Drama. Drama.