If someone offers to do something nice for you, and then tries like heck to get the job done, but doesn't because of something out of his control (like traffic) should you bust his balls or show appreciation?
Bust his balls, right? :)
Gary was going to be stopping by my house to pick up something he needed and offered to coincide his trip with when I got home from work so I didn't have to walk home from the bus stop. Very thoughtful of him, wouldn't you say? It's a 19 minute walk (but who's counting) from the bus stop and since my knees get achy, I took him up on his offer. It was was Sugar Bear's first day home alone and wanted to get there asap. Below is an exchange that took place via email.
Gary: are you gonna want an iced coffee or sumpin?
Josie: Does a cat have an a$$? :) How bout whoever's there first gets it? These days I like Med iced coffee milk no sugar. (NOT cream) How do you take yours in case i'm there first? :)
Gary: cream and 4 equals - but I suspect I'll be there first. And yes, I'll take action on that sh1t. Hell, I'll leave RIGHT NOW and be bored all day to sew that one up.
He's a funny one, ain't he? From the exchange above, I figured he'd be on time or at least close to it.
I got a call from Gary while I was on the bus and he said that he thought I'd get there first. No problem! I told him I'd get the drinks and be ready when he arrived. I got to Dunks at 5:09 and called Evan. He wanted a frozen hot chocolate, so I got us all drinks and waited.....
And read my book.......
And answered my phone.......because Sugar Bear called every 5-10 minutes asking when I'd be home. After his 8th call I started getting pissy. "I don't know when Evan!!!" Mind you I'm holding 3 icey drinks that are melting before my eyes in the sun.
Turns out there was traffic, an accident, and I dunno, maybe a tornado, because he was AN HOUR LATE.
I shiat you not. Ugh. I was trying not to appear ungrateful to Gary for his thoughtfulness while thinking 'I could've been home a half hour ago!'
I get home to find Evan, (his first day home alone) with all the windows shut and the fan off. It was like 90 degrees in my house! And the kid never ate lunch. Had I been any later we might have had to bring the dehydrated little bugger to the hospital. I mean he's going to be THIRTEEN. He knows how to open a window! I left him a list of things to do, and he did get all the items done. I just wish I put eating lunch on the list.
So anyway, we decide to go to dinner at Kelly's Roast Beef in Saugus. I'll tell you about that little adventure tomorrow. Oh and I'll tell you about the bad dream I had. I was violent in it!
Hell, I'll tell you about the dream now!
I dreamt that I was yelling at Evan and he was listening to me (big shocker). So I proceed to start slapping and hitting him (in my dream because I never hit children, only men). So in the middle of hitting Evan he looks up at my and starts laughing at me. Doh! I grab a wooden spoon and proceed to beat him about his arms and shoulders. I awoke while yelling (in my dream) I HATE YOU EVAN, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!!
How freaky is that? I never use the hate word. Of course I told Evan all about it. :)
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