This has been one of the most horrific weeks in a long time. I am sick and tired of my so called friend, "the dealer", TS. As it is I put up with a lot of crap from her but this week, she just pushed it all too far. I am severing all ties. I don't ever want to see her or any of the other maggots that live at her house. They are all a bunch of sycophantic losers and they can all just naff off. It is bad enough that I let her use my vehicle whenever I am at work and never ask anything in return and she can barely even pick me up on time from work but then she asks to borrow it during the day when my boyfriend really needs it, gives nothing in return for this favour, shows up late and worse. Then after everything that her and her boyfriend pulled this week, here she is calling me today nagging at me to settle the bill that I have with her. WTF?
Sorry, girlfriend but give yourself a shake and put that crack pipe down. She borrowed the car on Wednesday cause she had a dentist appointment and another appointment that she had to get to - actually I ended up giving her the car on Tuesday night around midnight and asked her to make sure that it was back by no later than 5pm Wednesday as Richey had to go to work. So no problem, right? Wrong. Around quarter to two on Wednesday I get a phone call from her boyfriend saying that TS is in the hospital with food poisoning and is really sick. He said that they were at the emerg which is about a 12 minute drive from our house and did I want him to drive it over now as he couldn't guarantee that she could get the car back to us by 5pm. I almost volunteered to take a cab over to the hospital which in hindsight is something that I should have done but I guess that I was not thinking as clearly as I should have. I said for him to bring the car now and then I could run him back to the hospital. The red flag should have gone up at this point when he said that he didn't need to go back to the hospital but home. Huh? Why would he need to go home if she were in the hospital? Of course, I didn't ask this until long after the fact.
He should have had the car back no later than quarter after two. By 5pm I was starting to freak out a little so I called TS's house. Her roommate answered saying that she was asleep on the couch. I asked if my car was there and he said no. I explained about the phone call that I had gotten from her boyfriend and Steve said that he had made the call from the house not the hospital. So where the hell was my car. Steve didn't know and TS was "too sick" to really talk to me. And all everyone kept saying was that I had given him permission to drive it. WTF? Yeah, under false pretenses. Apparently he had made the call from the house and was also supposed to ask me if I wanted to take a cab over to collect the car. They had been to the hospital but had been back at the house for quite some time. The long and short of all of this "event" was that my car was missing for over 24 hours in the hands of a lunatic and no one at the house really did anything to help me get it back. I eventually found it by repeatedly calling his parent's house threatening to call the police. Turns out in the end, he drove it home and then went into his parent's basement and passed out. At least the car was OK - no apparent damage to it and I have been driving it now for two days.
She did jack to help hiding behind the guise that she was "sick". On Thursday morning when I called to see if anyone had any new info I was crying because I was so upset. I wasn't being mean or even raising my voice when I asked her what did she think he was thinking when he took the car when she actually hung up on me saying that she didn't need this kind of crap right now. Again WTF? These people are not right in the head and do you think that I was even offered a free hit for all the trouble that they were putting me thru? Not so much as a scrap. How pathetic is that? These people are crap and I never want to set eyes on anyone of them ever again. She can keep calling over and over asking for the bit of money that I owe her. I'll bloody well change my number first. All these months she has had all the benefits of owning a vehicle with none of the responsibilities i.e.. insurance, maintenance so now she can just bite my lily white ass.
Sorry, girlfriend but give yourself a shake and put that crack pipe down. She borrowed the car on Wednesday cause she had a dentist appointment and another appointment that she had to get to - actually I ended up giving her the car on Tuesday night around midnight and asked her to make sure that it was back by no later than 5pm Wednesday as Richey had to go to work. So no problem, right? Wrong. Around quarter to two on Wednesday I get a phone call from her boyfriend saying that TS is in the hospital with food poisoning and is really sick. He said that they were at the emerg which is about a 12 minute drive from our house and did I want him to drive it over now as he couldn't guarantee that she could get the car back to us by 5pm. I almost volunteered to take a cab over to the hospital which in hindsight is something that I should have done but I guess that I was not thinking as clearly as I should have. I said for him to bring the car now and then I could run him back to the hospital. The red flag should have gone up at this point when he said that he didn't need to go back to the hospital but home. Huh? Why would he need to go home if she were in the hospital? Of course, I didn't ask this until long after the fact.
He should have had the car back no later than quarter after two. By 5pm I was starting to freak out a little so I called TS's house. Her roommate answered saying that she was asleep on the couch. I asked if my car was there and he said no. I explained about the phone call that I had gotten from her boyfriend and Steve said that he had made the call from the house not the hospital. So where the hell was my car. Steve didn't know and TS was "too sick" to really talk to me. And all everyone kept saying was that I had given him permission to drive it. WTF? Yeah, under false pretenses. Apparently he had made the call from the house and was also supposed to ask me if I wanted to take a cab over to collect the car. They had been to the hospital but had been back at the house for quite some time. The long and short of all of this "event" was that my car was missing for over 24 hours in the hands of a lunatic and no one at the house really did anything to help me get it back. I eventually found it by repeatedly calling his parent's house threatening to call the police. Turns out in the end, he drove it home and then went into his parent's basement and passed out. At least the car was OK - no apparent damage to it and I have been driving it now for two days.
She did jack to help hiding behind the guise that she was "sick". On Thursday morning when I called to see if anyone had any new info I was crying because I was so upset. I wasn't being mean or even raising my voice when I asked her what did she think he was thinking when he took the car when she actually hung up on me saying that she didn't need this kind of crap right now. Again WTF? These people are not right in the head and do you think that I was even offered a free hit for all the trouble that they were putting me thru? Not so much as a scrap. How pathetic is that? These people are crap and I never want to set eyes on anyone of them ever again. She can keep calling over and over asking for the bit of money that I owe her. I'll bloody well change my number first. All these months she has had all the benefits of owning a vehicle with none of the responsibilities i.e.. insurance, maintenance so now she can just bite my lily white ass.
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