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Jun. 22nd, 2016

I typed my last entry while Kent was still on the phone with The Patriarch.  Said "I'm so sorry, Dad" about a hundred times in ten minutes, then launched into one of their DSWs about who gets the best, freshest produce for the least amount of money.

(Seriously, the amount of mushroom-related wankery that goes on when the two of them talk is...disturbing)

After he got off the phone, Kent said "Dad was in a bike accident.  Seven weeks ago.  No one felt the need to tell us."


Lard apparently had a close enounter with a mailbox on his bicycle.  Knocked out, ambulance, wheelchair for three weeks, walker for two, still using a cane.  It's unlikely he'll ever be able to bike again, and that was his THING (like, to the level that he had one of those spandex suits in Danish flag print.  Yeah, never gonna unsee *that*).

Kent said what bothered him most was that a) his dad seemed genuinely surprised to hear that he hadn't heard about the accident and b) that his dad was so nice.  I guess he really DID hit his head (Kent and I joked that *I* get a head injury and I get short tempered;  his dad gets one and turn into Mr. Rogers.  Yeesh).

I emailed Todd and asked if he knew that Lars and had been in an accident, and got "Yep" back as a reply.  No explanation.  Nothing.

Emailed Johnnie Fae (the girlfriend).  No response.

I am beyond pissed.

I made a nasty FB post.  Childish, but I'm not taking it down.  I know she stalks my FB.

And, actually, I am reconsidering sending her a letter.  I think I need to send Lars a "Hope you feel better!" card and a letter telling him that it doesn't matter how much he dislikes me, he should not allow that to affect his relationship with his son.  If nothing else, we love the man, and that should be enough.

I think JF is behind this, which really worries me.  And if Todd is in on it, too...jeez, is this some sort of future estate thing?  Because Kent cares about money even less than I do.  His take was "Just give me the autographed Julia Child 'Art of French Cooking,' whatever is left in the liquor cabinet, and Grandma Gerta's pearls so Alicia can wear them and pass them on to her boys and I'm done.  The material stuff doesn't matter.  Have at."

Our families suck.  And why is it that the people least interested in the material things are the ones who end up getting hurt the most?

Okay.  Calming down now.  I have to go work a hard mid (12-5.  ICK!).  We have been weirdly busy the last 4 days I've worked...and this was when we are supposed to be slow!  Not complaining, but it's strange and Big Boss says she is just not sure how to staff.  Some days we have four on day shift, some days two.  And it has really been like that infamous box of chocolates.

But yesterday was my second best tip day since I started (and today is my 90 days!  Woot!  I haven't quit, killed anyone, gotten fired...and Lewis Black is my new BFF.  Life doesn't suck).  Which totally justifies the Firefly Loot Crate Kent and I ordered this weekend.

He's a bad influence.  Of course, I'm now looking at my credit card tips as "Ooooh!  That's [this percentage] of Loot Crate and/or Munchkin cards!"

Our credit card tips go on our checks, so I've been keeping a mental record.  If this keeps going when we're slow, I'm looking at a minimum of $100 extra a paycheck.  Who knows what will happen when things pick back up?

I've decided that I'll start socking those away come fall and the return of the axe bodywash scented frat zombies students, but this summer, I am going to be geekily profligate and buy Loot Crates and Munckin cards and British music magazines (MOJO is my current favorite.  It reminds me of buying Smash Hits when I was in high school) and cute skirts from PTA Thrift and give money to the buskers on Franklin Street.

Feeling better now.  Happy Wednesday, y'all! 


( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 22nd, 2016 05:08 pm (UTC)
What the actual fuck, yo? I can't believe that no one told y'all that he was in an accident! I mean, I can, but I can't. *sigh* People!
Jun. 22nd, 2016 06:39 pm (UTC)
I can relate...
My paternal grandmother showed up to my maternal cousin's memorial/funeral and says "Since I had my accident...". What accident? No one on my dad's side can be bothered to pass on information. Not that we want anything to do with her anymore, but that's a whole other issue.

I know your 'least interested in material items, get hurt the most' question was probably rhetorical, but I find it's because the ones that want the most material items hang out with the people more, so they can peruse over what they want but make it seem like they're visiting and being the amazing family member, so the rest of us look like shitty people.

Go tip money!!! Great way to spend it!

And you must post about your Firefly Loot Crate, please! I've been looking into getting one, but I'm a little unsure because I have no idea what to expect.
Jun. 23rd, 2016 03:26 am (UTC)
Ugh. It's so frustrating when people (especially parents) don't pass information on accidents/injuries. My parents were notorious for it, because they "didn't want us to worry." So instead I'd get blindsided when my aunt called to ask how Dad's surgery went (or whatever). Way to make me look like I don't care, Mom and Dad. :P

the return of the axe bodywash scented frat zombies students, \


(I live in a college town. Our population increases by, more than 50,000 undergrads every fall. This is the best description ever.)
Jun. 23rd, 2016 09:25 am (UTC)
That is crazy that no one mentioned it... I know I vascillate between posting stuff and not posting stuff ALL THE TIME. Can't be top careful on social media.
Jun. 23rd, 2016 10:31 am (UTC)
I think the card is an excellent idea.
Jun. 23rd, 2016 03:02 pm (UTC)
And why is it that the people least interested in the material things are the ones who end up getting hurt the most?

because since you arent after the money, you arent willing to bend over backwards to ingratiate yourselves to him, and they are. so they come off looking like saints while you guys come off looking like normal people. and depending on how long the sucking up has been going on, he might come to EXPECT to be treated like spoiled royalty rather than a normal person. and he might come to find fault that you guys arent grovelling and flattering him the way the others are. people get warped like that. you've done nothing wrong, but you get kicked anyway. *hugs*.

i still cant believe nobody told you and kent that he got hurt. i would have thought the patriarch would milk the injury for all its worth.

Jun. 25th, 2016 02:14 pm (UTC)
Oh holy fuck. I just... No words. To not say something is just petty and so horrible. *hugs*
Jun. 25th, 2016 04:32 pm (UTC)
That is some real fucked up shit, I can't believe no one thought to tell you :(
Jun. 30th, 2016 12:36 am (UTC)
Mushroom related wankery is my new favorite sentence fragment.

Ugh...what jerks. I'm sorry this is going on.

Yay for good tips, Lewis Black and indulging your inner geek. :)
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