When we went out to the store, I got mad at you, but I'm not mad anymore.
Last night, BF had to go to work at 6:30pm, and as we share the one car, and I had to work at 10pm, I had to take him to work and drop him off. I had decided that since I've spent the last couple days being relatively anti-social, and would rather not have J thinking that it's personal against his being here or something, I would offer to take him out to the Chinese buffet for dinner, since BF isn't a big fan of Chinese, and generally won't go to the buffet if he will suck it up and do Chinese, and J does enjoy Chinese. When I got up, however, he had our neighbour K over (you might remember her from the doctor appointment debacle rant) and I wasn't about to have her try to invite herself along when she most likely couldn't afford to go and I really don't have the sort of money that I can really afford to drop on her to eat out, too.
So, instead, I just said a quickish hello/goodbye and took BF off to work. From there, I drove up to Canonsburg to withdraw cash to give the out-laws for my semi-monthly rent. (We determined quickly that it benefits all of us to do it this way than in one shot, because it's easier on my wallet, and MOL tends to overspend, like, all the time, so I guess the split spreads out her buffer better.) Coming back down the main drag, near the Canonsburg-Houston border, what looked like an older model Blazer made a right-hand turn out of the 7-Eleven parking lot, to head the opposite direction of me. And what a wide right-hand turn it was, too... and then there was the sound of his bumper connecting with my car. And the indescribable noise that came out of me as it happened. Did he stop? Oh, hell no, off he went. I had no idea the sort of damage I would be looking at once I stopped, but if it were bad, I'd have no one to even yell at, because it was a hit and run.
I stopped at the Rite Aid just up the street, and there's but a scuff by the rear wheel well. So while it's irritating, it's not really anything to get especially mad about... mostly I just can't believe the jagoff didn't even stop. If anything, though, I'm glad for the negligible damage, because otherwise, I can only imagine the rigamarole of dealing with police and insurance, and trying to get surveillance tape from the 7-Eleven, because I'm sure we could get something from that, if need were.
And once my heart rate returned to something a little more like normal, I continued my drive back home, where I found J and K were gone. So I ran downstairs with the money and a piece of FOL's mail that he'd left in the mailbox, presumably because he wasn't sure it was his. (BF and FOL have the same first and last names, but different middle names. And it makes it really hard on me to decide which of them their mail goes to if they haven't defined a middle initial to come with certain pieces of mail. And neither of them is half as thorough about it as they seem to believe.) I ended up talking to FOL and mentioning the car grazing, and then had to repeat it because MOL overheard a little bit, so that was, like, totally fun, and stuff.
Back upstairs, I figured, since no one was here, I'd just hang out in my bedroom. At some point J and K returned, but I didn't go back down until it was almost time to leave for work, at which time K proudly stated that she'd done the dishes!
I couldn't help but to think, Great! Want a cookie? (Not that I'm unappreciative, mind you... still just a bit resentful after the doctor's appointment debacle.)
And then she said, "And I had a cookie.... it was pretty tough."
At that point I just chuckled to myself. Apparently she did want a cookie. Unfortunately for her, though, BF baked them -- or possibly I should say, slightly overbaked them -- and they'd been sitting for a couple days at this point.
She also suggested that she was gonna probably raid the fridge here shortly. Well, she did do my dishes, and honestly, if she possibly doesn't have enough acceptable food at home because A) she's poor and off work on disability for the time being and B) even though she should have food stamps again at this point, she likely hasn't gotten to go to the grocery store with them yet... it's alright. I love neighbour K, but I feel like she's a little bit spoiled in some ways. She's been unemployed more than employed since I've been here, and although she does seem to try to find work, she never seems to keep it for very long... and it's not particularly clear to me why she can't hold down a job -- if it's just sort of, "Well, that's the economy!" or if it's got something to do with her. MOL has begun to avoid her a lot of the time, in large part because she'll ask to be taken to do X, and she then throws out there that she also needs to do Y, Z, and WTF. And MOL is sort of on the same page I was with the "D.A.D." If you want to do five things, then just say you want to do five things, and that's fine. Don't just say you want to do one thing and then turn it into five en route to or from that one. Also, MOL evidently asked neighbour K one day to go with her for something, and was told that neighbour K just didn't wanna be bothered with all that. So much for a two-way street, then?
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, y'all.
BF tends to avoid her requests as much as he can now, too. She hasn't specifically asked me for anything else since then, actually, other than New Year's Eve, she did ask "if one of you leaves to go anywhere, can I tag along so I can get..." And on that note, I just said that if one of us did leave, we'd let her know, but we weren't actually planning to go anywhere, nor did we.
In any case, I've completely digressed from that which was my original intent of this post. I was going to offer to take J for Chinese, sort of as a gesture to show that I'm not bothered by his presence or anything -- not that I feel as though he's taken my semi-anti-social-ness that way. I picked BF up from work this morning, and after a stop at CVS, we came home to find that M was over again with J. He didn't stick around for too very long afterward, possibly because BF did tell M that I'd left the house for so long the other night because I wanted away from the "everybodyness" that was going on, although I did sit in the living room with them all and be social, until after M left and both J and BF fell asleep on the sectional sofa. Then I made my way up here.
I also don't think J is too worried about it, since he did ask when we're celebrating my birthday, though I'm not sure what the heck the plans are now, since I'm taking a staycation for my birthday, and BF was expecting to be off the first weekend of that, but ended up being scheduled both weekends, and the one weekend this month he is scheduled off, I don't have a snowball's chance in hell to get off at this point. There won't be much to do on the weekdays he will be off, but J apparently still expects us to do something, since he stated that next weekend is his weekend off.
So, I totally don't know exactly what will be happening in terms of birthday shenanigans this year, but I'm sure there will be plenty of them.
So, instead, I just said a quickish hello/goodbye and took BF off to work. From there, I drove up to Canonsburg to withdraw cash to give the out-laws for my semi-monthly rent. (We determined quickly that it benefits all of us to do it this way than in one shot, because it's easier on my wallet, and MOL tends to overspend, like, all the time, so I guess the split spreads out her buffer better.) Coming back down the main drag, near the Canonsburg-Houston border, what looked like an older model Blazer made a right-hand turn out of the 7-Eleven parking lot, to head the opposite direction of me. And what a wide right-hand turn it was, too... and then there was the sound of his bumper connecting with my car. And the indescribable noise that came out of me as it happened. Did he stop? Oh, hell no, off he went. I had no idea the sort of damage I would be looking at once I stopped, but if it were bad, I'd have no one to even yell at, because it was a hit and run.
I stopped at the Rite Aid just up the street, and there's but a scuff by the rear wheel well. So while it's irritating, it's not really anything to get especially mad about... mostly I just can't believe the jagoff didn't even stop. If anything, though, I'm glad for the negligible damage, because otherwise, I can only imagine the rigamarole of dealing with police and insurance, and trying to get surveillance tape from the 7-Eleven, because I'm sure we could get something from that, if need were.
And once my heart rate returned to something a little more like normal, I continued my drive back home, where I found J and K were gone. So I ran downstairs with the money and a piece of FOL's mail that he'd left in the mailbox, presumably because he wasn't sure it was his. (BF and FOL have the same first and last names, but different middle names. And it makes it really hard on me to decide which of them their mail goes to if they haven't defined a middle initial to come with certain pieces of mail. And neither of them is half as thorough about it as they seem to believe.) I ended up talking to FOL and mentioning the car grazing, and then had to repeat it because MOL overheard a little bit, so that was, like, totally fun, and stuff.
Back upstairs, I figured, since no one was here, I'd just hang out in my bedroom. At some point J and K returned, but I didn't go back down until it was almost time to leave for work, at which time K proudly stated that she'd done the dishes!
I couldn't help but to think, Great! Want a cookie? (Not that I'm unappreciative, mind you... still just a bit resentful after the doctor's appointment debacle.)
And then she said, "And I had a cookie.... it was pretty tough."
At that point I just chuckled to myself. Apparently she did want a cookie. Unfortunately for her, though, BF baked them -- or possibly I should say, slightly overbaked them -- and they'd been sitting for a couple days at this point.
She also suggested that she was gonna probably raid the fridge here shortly. Well, she did do my dishes, and honestly, if she possibly doesn't have enough acceptable food at home because A) she's poor and off work on disability for the time being and B) even though she should have food stamps again at this point, she likely hasn't gotten to go to the grocery store with them yet... it's alright. I love neighbour K, but I feel like she's a little bit spoiled in some ways. She's been unemployed more than employed since I've been here, and although she does seem to try to find work, she never seems to keep it for very long... and it's not particularly clear to me why she can't hold down a job -- if it's just sort of, "Well, that's the economy!" or if it's got something to do with her. MOL has begun to avoid her a lot of the time, in large part because she'll ask to be taken to do X, and she then throws out there that she also needs to do Y, Z, and WTF. And MOL is sort of on the same page I was with the "D.A.D." If you want to do five things, then just say you want to do five things, and that's fine. Don't just say you want to do one thing and then turn it into five en route to or from that one. Also, MOL evidently asked neighbour K one day to go with her for something, and was told that neighbour K just didn't wanna be bothered with all that. So much for a two-way street, then?
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, y'all.
BF tends to avoid her requests as much as he can now, too. She hasn't specifically asked me for anything else since then, actually, other than New Year's Eve, she did ask "if one of you leaves to go anywhere, can I tag along so I can get..." And on that note, I just said that if one of us did leave, we'd let her know, but we weren't actually planning to go anywhere, nor did we.
In any case, I've completely digressed from that which was my original intent of this post. I was going to offer to take J for Chinese, sort of as a gesture to show that I'm not bothered by his presence or anything -- not that I feel as though he's taken my semi-anti-social-ness that way. I picked BF up from work this morning, and after a stop at CVS, we came home to find that M was over again with J. He didn't stick around for too very long afterward, possibly because BF did tell M that I'd left the house for so long the other night because I wanted away from the "everybodyness" that was going on, although I did sit in the living room with them all and be social, until after M left and both J and BF fell asleep on the sectional sofa. Then I made my way up here.
I also don't think J is too worried about it, since he did ask when we're celebrating my birthday, though I'm not sure what the heck the plans are now, since I'm taking a staycation for my birthday, and BF was expecting to be off the first weekend of that, but ended up being scheduled both weekends, and the one weekend this month he is scheduled off, I don't have a snowball's chance in hell to get off at this point. There won't be much to do on the weekdays he will be off, but J apparently still expects us to do something, since he stated that next weekend is his weekend off.
So, I totally don't know exactly what will be happening in terms of birthday shenanigans this year, but I'm sure there will be plenty of them.