Monday, September 27, 2021

 Who raised you?


 I don't know about you but that's a question popping up in my mind more and more as time goes by.

At the ripe old age of 59, more 60 than 59 actually, you've seen and experienced a lot. If you 're like me you are now able to detect bullcrap coming a mile away.

This weekend, we had a visitor. A friend of my son's , not me. Personally, I can't stand the little turd ( who, by the way, is somewhere around 30 yrs of age) and he is the one who makes this question pop up most of the time.

Let me ask  you: How do you behave when you are visiting someone else's home? What did your parents teach you about courtesy , respect and consideration?

I know for one that if I am in a house that is not my own I need to show simple common courtesy, right? If I want to use anything other than a bed, a chair or other things commonly associated  with an extended stay , what were you taught?

I mean this turd occupies washer and dryer for two days now and I swear I am about to blow a noodle out of my nose. I can tolerate the fact that he feels asking my sons permission is sufficient. Maybe for a load or two. Other than that, maybe ask if that's ok? Who pays the electric and water bill here doesn't seem to be crossing the turds mind. 

Never mind that he brings his cat ( which could survive at home alone for a couple of days), which means our own cat is locked away from her usual stomping ground and litter box.

This stuff blows my mind and it would maybe even be tolerable if at least there were reciprocation but no....I can't count how many times they walk past a full trashcan on their way to the washer or how badly the grass in the backyard needs cutting. Normally my son is very courteous and considerate though somewhat lazy when it comes to yardwork, so the influence of this friendly turd seems to be the culprit of the crappy behaviour.

The end result of this is always the same, I loose my composure and a rift between my son and I is created. I wish nothing more than for this friend ship to come to an end. Turd seems to be an entitled little looser in my book. 

Do you have a turd in your life?


  Who raised you?  I don't know about you but that's a question popping up in my mind more and more as time goes by. At the ripe old...