And it strikes again.

My dad asked me how I felt about delivering a stovetop by myself to our tenant's house. The house in question is right next to where Ignacio, our pet asshole, is currently living with $30,000 of our money. I told him no, and started to explain why, but it became obvious as I was trying to do so that he was still on the phone with the aѕshole. I then watched an horror as the aѕshole told my dad he could come out to our house to pick it up.

My point was that I wanted my dad to go with me to serve as a buffer so I wouldn't have to talk to the aѕshole. But of course, he didn't want to allow me to explain that to him, and instead told the aѕshole to go ahead and come out to the house.