I swear my dad is just going off the deep end.
I think he's losing control and it's terrifying him, because there's no other reason why he would have gotten enraged yesterday. A Mexican gentleman appeared at our front door, asking if we wanted help getting rid of our scrap metal in the front yard.
Since my van is currently in the hands of the tenants from hell, who refuse to give it back and have it stenciled with their business name, I have no way of getting that crap out of the yard, so it's just accumulated. Some guy on a metal run felt like a godsend, so Mom and I said yes. Didn't bother asking dad because he was in the middle of an important phone call with a loan officer.
Big mistake. We must always consult with our overlord before making any decision.
Since my van is currently in the hands of the tenants from hell, who refuse to give it back and have it stenciled with their business name, I have no way of getting that crap out of the yard, so it's just accumulated. Some guy on a metal run felt like a godsend, so Mom and I said yes. Didn't bother asking dad because he was in the middle of an important phone call with a loan officer.
Big mistake. We must always consult with our overlord before making any decision.
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