Dark Luther
03-17-2007, 04:51 PM
They told me 1:30...,
they don't pick up till 2:15...
they say 20 minutes and take an hour...
at well past 3:00 they arrive...
I have to go in the back..., and my sister has the seat all the way back...
instead of simply putting it back so I can sit - she makes me go around the car to the other side...,
I get frustrated and slam the door and go around to the other side...
They lock the door as I reach to open it...
They give me a dirty look, and as I open again and go inside..., they tell me I'm being rude...
I try to tell them how much their pissing me off - about getting there late and how their acting...,
they simply put the radio on full blast...
seconds later - I'm out of the car...
I'm now forced to walk for an hour - in an all black gi,
with indoor sandals...,
through construction and road...
I'll be honest - I was pissed at them, and yelled obscene things - but I can't see myself in the wrong...
and now I have a wrench....
and I'm going to beat the living crap out of that stupid car until they apologize....
their only lucky the took my sword with them in the car...
Why is it always family that treats me worse than strangers....?
they don't pick up till 2:15...
they say 20 minutes and take an hour...
at well past 3:00 they arrive...
I have to go in the back..., and my sister has the seat all the way back...
instead of simply putting it back so I can sit - she makes me go around the car to the other side...,
I get frustrated and slam the door and go around to the other side...
They lock the door as I reach to open it...
They give me a dirty look, and as I open again and go inside..., they tell me I'm being rude...
I try to tell them how much their pissing me off - about getting there late and how their acting...,
they simply put the radio on full blast...
seconds later - I'm out of the car...
I'm now forced to walk for an hour - in an all black gi,
with indoor sandals...,
through construction and road...
I'll be honest - I was pissed at them, and yelled obscene things - but I can't see myself in the wrong...
and now I have a wrench....
and I'm going to beat the living crap out of that stupid car until they apologize....
their only lucky the took my sword with them in the car...
Why is it always family that treats me worse than strangers....?