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It has been a week since I last bought groceries. I am meeting my father at the Piggly Wiggly to get just enough food to get me by until Monday. I am buying mainly breakfast foods tonight. I told my father I would spend around $60 dollars and he didn't balk.
"Do you want to meet me at 7 PM?" I asked, ready to go. "I'll go ahead and get started."
"That's too early for me," my father replied. "I have to watch Jeopardy. I will call you when I am ready."
Well, that pissed me off royally. Am I just supposed to sit over here until he makes some nebulous call?
"How about eight?" I then asked trying to get a definite time.
"I'll call you," my father said and he got off the phone.
I have a good mind just to head on over there, debit my groceries, and then head home and unload. That would blow Old Fuss and Feathers out of the water. Yes, I do think that's what I am going to do.
"But you need a moderator and you might buy a case of beer."
POPPYCOCKS!!!!
2 comments:
But why would it be so bad? Ole F&F (as he is now known) just has to call the bank and put a limit on you. Like food stamps but different. He calls and says my son Andrew will be placing a charge at the Pigg (I'm from TX you know!) for maximum $60. He could just do it on a permanent basis. I mean, he doesn't seem so concerned about what goes into your cart anymore (altho I think that was Miss Martha!) so why not find out if he'll do it for a limited time. A couple of months. How much could you mess up? It would give you a little freedom; shop when you feel up to it, no waiting! And it's one less reason for Ole F&F to miss Jeopardy! It's a win-win!
He should start giving you more control. ..I don’t mean to be morbid but what happens when he’s gone.
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