Nobody Detailed the Bike – Really
Posted by thedarwinexception on October 10, 2007
I have been busy. Busy doing nothing, mostly. But busy.
I have been rearranging (sigh) the sewing room, trying to make room for all this new fucking yarn. I really must stop with the eBay buying binge. I have no place for more yarn. I really need to go back to the dollar store and get like 10 more of those storage bin things. I still have yarn everywhere – and more is expected in the mail.
And the daughter of the old lady across the street sold the house – to some manager of some pharmacy in town. So she has to get rid of the rest of the furniture that’s in the house, so I made an offer on the dining room set that I have been wanting very much, but not wanting enough to pay the price she was asking for it. She accepted the offer I made, so I will get that on Sunday – which necessitated clearing out my dining room.
And now I must make curtains for the whole house, I’ve been putting it off long enough, I have got to do it. I have curtains in the kitchen, and zipper curtains in the sewing room, and CD curtains in the computer room, and those are the only curtains in the house. It’s really time to make curtains.
Oh – Rocky was here today. Her boyfriend was to go with Paul to pick up Paul’s paycheck and stop at the bank, because Reggie couldn’t go, and Rocky’s boyfriend was going in Reggie’s place to pick up Reggie’s check.
When he called earlier this morning, he said that she was “just getting coffee” and they would be right over. Paul told him “Oh, Don’t have her come – Kim’s not in the mood…” but the boyfriend hung up.
So she came over, too. It wasn’t long before I found out why. She immediately screamed out to me the whole tale – “You know, he didn’t want me to come. He said that Paul told him Kim wasn’t in a good mood, but I told him “Oh, Kim and I are good friends, I’ll get her out of a bad mood.”” I said to her – “No, I told Paul to tell you not to come – I’m always in a bad mood, and I highly fucking doubt company is going to ever alleviate that.”
Then she cryptically said “Well, I know why he didn’t want me to come – it’s because when he gets that money, he wants to go and fuck off with it and not give me any of it, and he knows he owes me money – he WILL pay me back that fucking income check money he stolt” (That’s the way she pronounced it – stolt.)
Now, what money she was referring to, I did not know – as far as I knew he was going to pick up Reggie’s check – that wasn’t his money, was it? Or was that going to get stolt, too?
So I say to her “What money is he getting?”
And she says – “Oh, the money he made working for Paul.”
Ummm…what? So I look at her kind of incredulously, because I know Paul way better than that. Number one, what the hell is he going to hire her decrepit old man to do for him, and number two, why the hell didn’t he pay him when he did whatever he did? Paul would NEVER “hire” someone to do anything and not pay them right away. So I say to her “My Paul? Working for *My* Paul? Doing what? How much does he think Paul owes him?”
And she explains in some half assed way that Paul owes her boyfriend $50 for “detailing his bike”. And now I know that somebody’s lying, because the bike hasn’t been detailed, Paul would never have her boyfriend do it *anyway*, and Paul has had the bike sitting in the driveway for the past three weeks. There’s no way he would pay someone $50 to detail the bike and then leave it outside, and there’s no way he would have it detailed at the *end* of the riding season – he pays someone to do that at the *beginning* of the season – and that guy only charges $25.00.
So I look at her and say “Really”.
I think she got from my tone that I wasn’t buying this shit, because she started talking about how, well, you never can believe anything that comes out of her boyfriend’s mouth anyway, and how he was probably just fucking lying to her again, and how he better not be lying to her and he better have $50 for her…..
And finally Paul and her boyfriend get back, just in time, too, although I’m not sure which is worse, having her hit on me or just listening to her fucking mouth run. They’re both pretty fucking intolerable.
She immediately screams down the stairs to her boyfriend – loud enough that I get up and go downstairs to bitch at Paul for leaving me here alone with the fucking loud bitch, and the only thing I hear her say to her boyfriend when he gets upstairs is “Did you get your money?”
So I go to Paul and say “Well, it’s your fault she’s here – she only came to make sure she got that $50 you owe to her boyfriend before he went out and fucked off with it.”
Paul says “What $50? I don’t owe her old man $50.”
Which I kind of, sort of figured.
So I went back upstairs in time to hear her boyfriend telling her “Don’t start” – so I guess he told her that Paul didn’t pay him – which kind of irritates me, you know? I mean, if you are going to lie to your girlfriend, hey, that’s ok with me, but don’t drag me or Paul into your fucking fantasy. I don’t want this fat bitch thinking Paul owes her money, you know?
After they left, Paul said that the minute Paul got out of the bank, the guy said to him “Hey, do you have $20 I can borrow?” And Paul told him,. “Gee, Dude, sorry, I just deposited my whole check, I have enough cash to make it through the weekend, but nothing extra. I really don’t keep a lot of cash.” And that was a lie, but he said he didn’t want to lend the guy any money because, well, let’s be realistic, the guy’s a non working thief, who knows how or when he’s going to pay you back?
But I imagine the reason he wanted to borrow the $20 was to tell Rocky “Yeah, here’s $20, it’s all he had.”
But the more I think about this whole thing, the more I think I am going to call her tomorrow and tell her “Look, stupid ass, the guy lied to you again – Paul doesn’t owe him any money.” Just because it REALLY bugs me to think that SHE thinks Paul owes it to her. And I may even talk to her boyfriend and tell HIM – “Look, dude, you need to keep us right the fuck out of your lies.”
What do you think? Would you call her and let her know, or just let it be, because, really, who gives a flying fuck what she thinks?