Well. Yesterday got worse, and then better in the weirdest way.
So, my dad started focusing on work after breakfast, to the exclusion of self-care, including his medication. And so, while Mom and I were mentally preparing for a dull dinner followed by a church service I didn't ask for, Dad was starting to have withdrawal symptoms. By four o'clock, he was feeling dizzy and having cramps in his legs. Decided he didn't want to go. So Mom told him to go ahead and tell Pastor Mike that it was her, that she was sick and so none of us could go because we didn't want to make anyone else sick.
Perfect excuse, right? Nice and simple common nobody can disprove it, and she actually was recently sick.
But no. That wasn't the end of it. Not even remotely. Because apparently, Tim, Mike's former property manager, was looking for a ride to the event, and asked my dad. Having the spatial awareness of a toddler, he told him there was plenty of room in my car for me, Mom, Dad, and Tim. And so with Dad bowing out because of drug withdrawals, that didn't get me out of it. Because he went and promised Tim a ride.
So now there I was, the last member of my family to want to be in church on Easter Sunday, being the only member of my family driving to church on Easter Sunday, because this guy wanted a ride. So I drove the 23 miles to his house, in order to drive him eight miles to church, for a total of 31 miles, knowing that I'd have to reverse the trip. 62 miles round trip, all to be the only member of my family going to this church function.
Then, when we get there, I find out that Tim only wanted to go there so he could take his dinner plate to go for his roommate. Okay, fine, whatever, I'm down to clown. Sat down, had a semi-nice dinner interacting with basic ass old people and guys who look like they would have shanked me in the shower if I'd known them a few years earlier. Fun. A good time was had by all. I interacted with Pastor Mike, as per instructions, representing his business partner. Whatever.
Then the service started. Tim, mysteriously, suddenly decided to volunteer to help the people in the kitchen as it was beginning. Not wanting to be rude, and not wanting to do manual labor, I sat in the church and waited for him. Half an hour into the service, he asked me if I wanted to go.
Like what?
Apparently, even he, allegedly a devout Christian, didn't want to actually go to this service. He was just there for the free food. So I'm the only one of all the people involved in this little story who was exposed to any of the service.
Perfect excuse, right? Nice and simple common nobody can disprove it, and she actually was recently sick.
But no. That wasn't the end of it. Not even remotely. Because apparently, Tim, Mike's former property manager, was looking for a ride to the event, and asked my dad. Having the spatial awareness of a toddler, he told him there was plenty of room in my car for me, Mom, Dad, and Tim. And so with Dad bowing out because of drug withdrawals, that didn't get me out of it. Because he went and promised Tim a ride.
So now there I was, the last member of my family to want to be in church on Easter Sunday, being the only member of my family driving to church on Easter Sunday, because this guy wanted a ride. So I drove the 23 miles to his house, in order to drive him eight miles to church, for a total of 31 miles, knowing that I'd have to reverse the trip. 62 miles round trip, all to be the only member of my family going to this church function.
Then, when we get there, I find out that Tim only wanted to go there so he could take his dinner plate to go for his roommate. Okay, fine, whatever, I'm down to clown. Sat down, had a semi-nice dinner interacting with basic ass old people and guys who look like they would have shanked me in the shower if I'd known them a few years earlier. Fun. A good time was had by all. I interacted with Pastor Mike, as per instructions, representing his business partner. Whatever.
Then the service started. Tim, mysteriously, suddenly decided to volunteer to help the people in the kitchen as it was beginning. Not wanting to be rude, and not wanting to do manual labor, I sat in the church and waited for him. Half an hour into the service, he asked me if I wanted to go.
Like what?
Apparently, even he, allegedly a devout Christian, didn't want to actually go to this service. He was just there for the free food. So I'm the only one of all the people involved in this little story who was exposed to any of the service.
46-50, M
