The Ride From Hell

My morning started off well. I woke up at 4:30. Got roommate up. She fixed coffee while I took a shower. We headed out to watch the lunar eclipse. I think we left around 5:30 or so. It was great. Took pictures, ate muffins and drank our coffee. Had a time trying to get my chair closed back up. Pretty funny actually.

It was around 7 when we got back and it was time for me to get ready for my driving job. The good thing about today was seeing my daughter. The first stop we made set his mood and it was a pisser. I could have slapped him into the next world. He was causing me to be ill.

Everything I did to try and make him laugh or smile he’d just look like a monster. So, I decided to stop talking PERIOD. When I did that, guess what? Monster man starts talking. Then he starts asking me questions. I wanted to scream.

We’re finally here. He’s in his drs appt. my daughter will be out of class soon and mom needs a drink. I don’t look forward to the drive home.

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9 thoughts on “The Ride From Hell

  1. Wait what..? What happened? I didn’t get it? – “The first stop we made set his mood and it was a pisser?” What happened, why did he get grumpy? Monster man is that guy you drive every day yeah?

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    1. He got a DWI (driving while intoxicated) he had to go to some class or something and it cost $200 and posses him off. Yes I’m driving for him until he gets temporary driving privileges.

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      1. Okay. But what was the stop that made him so grumpy?

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      2. That’s what did it! Lol

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      3. He’s pissed at himself. This is his 2nd one. He hasn’t been convicted yet but he’s 60 years old. Lol

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      4. Well, he’s lucky to have you. And he shouldn’t take it out on you. At least he should announce that he feels like Shit and warn you and tell you that it’s not YOUR fault. Or else you’re left to feel shitty. (or I would – but Im kinda sensitive. Haha)

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      5. I mean it though… :p

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