A Phone Call Maybe I shouldn’t have made

After the phone call yesterday re ms’s new job thought I would call the guy’s gm this morning to see just what was up; found out she and he (the gp, who can’t even go to church) were out at 3 am at the local gas station waiting on this guy’s “best friend” (except he appears to have been upstaged but then maybe he knows that because maybe that’s why he upstaged them) to show up for them to give him money to go get this gs who’d run off after calling and not getting what he wanted to the next state up and getting stranded, um, maybe because they didn’t want to get picked up for trying to steal a car; oh, wait, he said that’s why he was trying to do it because they’d already left him stranded and he was trying to get home. Or at least that was the last story I heard. The one that got them down there was that he’d headed home walking and gotten picked up and taken to the hospital. Now I know what I was thinking when I heard that. Knew somebody several years ago a similar thing happened to and thought that was what they (or at least she) ‘d been wanting. But like said guy never showed – makes you wonder. Anyway she’d tried to call dil to go get him who wouldn’t; she did have some things to do with one of her children, maybe? thought I did but then turned out didn’t so guess that part turned out ok but then needed to do something with my dil but didn’t know in time because of all that had happened the night/evening before. So guess what I get into? And of course what happens? turns out to not be what about after all but of course like said has to do with the car incident except didn’t find that out yet; no, a brick just goes through a window because you just happen to be walking by; of course, at that point you don’t say this brick is holding down a piece of plywood on some lumber leaning up against this building – of this car lot that we don’t know that yet – that you decide to be helpful and take down – now just how do you think you’re being helpful in doing that? and just happen to bump your head on the camera while doing so and get your legs caught in between the lumber and almost fall so jar the brick yourself making it go through the window setting off the alarm causing you to panic and run with the police all showing up; well, no wonder you have a panic attack and they ask you if you want to go to the hospital. Now though just why would the EMTs ask you if the police had asked you if you wanted to go? And then finally you admit they took you there to be drug tested but of course you can’t tell the bailbondsman. But then she can’t contact the police who took you there anyway. hm  Now did you really think you would be allowed to leave from that knowing you were going to test positive. Or just how did you think you were going to be able to do that – could that be why your buddy didn’t show up. But of course we didn’t get there in time, did we, because by the time we got there they’d taken you away, and away it was…way out in the boonies – we drove forever finding that place. And you know bottom line it’s not what you say but what you do; doesn’t matter how much you talk, if in the end you’re willing to take people’s money and they’re willing to give, even though they say they don’t have it, that’s all that matters, isn’t it? But funny how things work out sometimes, isn’t it? at least that helps me out not sure how I feel about it but just don’t need the other but is there another way? see what tomorrow brings

but we’ll also see who else ends up in the picture before it’s over with like the guy we just had to go by and see on the way home; even I’m not good enough to think of everything; takes son to help me out there, not sure I’ll be rooked into that again.

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About donnainthesouth

I'm a transplant, born up north but raised in the middle, now I'm down here where you don't see too many snowflakes; I'll probably post just about as often (here at least)
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