Showing posts with label No Mom I'm not talking to you. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Sudden Outburst of Awkward Non-Profanity

I always keep my car really clean.  Why my car and not my bedroom, I have no idea.  But it is important to me to have a clean car, so when other people borrow it and leave trash in it it drives me crazy.

I walked out to my car the other day after a certain family member borrowed it a couple times, and I noticed there were books and things on the front seat.  That's not a big deal, though, because actual stuff that said borrower leaves will be cleaned out by necessity sooner or later, and at least it's not trash.  But then I noticed the cup holders had both become home to half empty drink containers.


A surge of annoyance resulted in my yelling: "Holy mother!"  It was louder than I expected it to be, and I realized there were people standing in their open garage across the street.  Yep, I just yelled "holy mother" to myself, by myself, for no apparent reason in the presence of strangers.

And even though the books were cleaned out, and I asked the borrower to also remove the drinks along with them and got a reply in the affirmative... borrower didn't.  And I had to throw them away.

HOLY MOTHER!