1LewdDude wrote:

I was both physically exhausted and emotionally drained after playing Lamont to my brother's Fred last night ...When the night finally ended, and we were in the truck headed home, I made the mistake of mentioning that fact, adding that I'm "getting too old for this shit" ... I guess I knew what his response would be, but after the words escaped my mouth, it was too late ...He began by informing me of how early his day usually starts and how busy he stays with stuff like driving the parental unit to various Dr. appointments, and to the grocery store etc., not to mention how much "running around" he does buying his junk to re-sell etc. etc.

In my weakened condition, all I could do was mention the 8 hours of hard physical labor I had already done before jumping into his truck for a 2 hour drive, only to be faced with even more physical labor, unloading and then reloading junk over the course of 5 more hours.

Looking back, I suppose that statement made matters even worse, because then he sarcastically mentioned the 5 hours he spent loading the trailer in the first place.

I really should have known better than to mention being worn out, because just days ago, after last week's auction,for no particular reason, he went into a long drawn out rant about how proud he is that nobody has ever been able to quote: "work him down"

In my mind, I had 5 options last night ...

1. Tell him to go fuck himself and to never call me again.

2. I could have pointed out that, at least for most of our adult years I've known him as my brother,
the most most work I've ever seen him do, is strut around, barking out orders to people doing the bulk of the grunt work (people like me)

3. I could have reminded him of the fact he's no spring chicken anymore, and he now has a serious heart condition,and so it's quite possible, if I set my mind to it, I could indeed "work him down" ...I could have gone on to say that the main reason I agreed to help him with various projects lately is mainly to prevent him from killing himself prematurely with a massive heart attack, since after all, it was he who approached me about quote: "needing help" ...It wasn't like I went to him and said, "Hey, I need to make a few extra bucks, you need a helper?" ...Well, ok, I did that, but in my defense, that was several years ago.

4.Lie:Boost his already self inflicted over-inflated ego by saying something like, "You're right! What was I thinking? After all these years, you're still the "King of hard work" and I'm still just a "Big Pussy".

5.(This is the one I went with)
Clam up: Snicker to myself and think, "You poor ignorant fuck, this is just step 1 of me turning in my resignation notice."

My immediate family seem to have "tunnel vision" (at least the ones who can see)
My big brother may have almost 7 years on me, but that doesn't necessarily mean I'm still a "young man".
I'm at a point in my life where I refuse to let their ignorance kill me, along with themselves.
  

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE !!

Several minutes after the auction had officially ended, I heard some guy, out of the corner of my ear, asking Bubba how much he wanted for the 2 cowboy hats that were in one of the boxes I was in the process of loading back onto the trailer at that very moment ... ...Next thing I knew, the guy was in my face asking me if I could somehow find that particular box so that he could perhaps purchase those cowboy hats...At that point, I had already put the padlocks on the trailer and locked it up, ready to hit the road going home ...But being the nice guy I can be (at times) I unocked the trailer and began fumbling through all the boxes (in the dark) until I found them damn cowboy hats ...Minutes later I saw him leaving with 2 little boys who were both wearing the hats, and I thought to myself, "Well that's cool, he just HAD to get those hats for his Grandkids." ...So, with a grin, I put all the boxes back in place and locked up the trailer again, turned around to find one of the auction workers in front of me saying, "Could you pull those pliers back out?" To which I replied, "What fucking pliers? ... "I dunno, but a lady decided she wants to buy them. He's got them sold." he said, referring to my brother, a.k.a. Fred ...So I said,"Ok, I'll see if I can find them (in the dark), and afterwards, I'm gonna kick his ass!" ...My guess is that he told Fred what I said, which might further explain the conversation he and I had later....But anyway, I unlock the trailer yet again, and fumbled through all the shit to find the bitch's pliers.
My take on it all is this .... Why the Hell didn't those people BID on the shit while it was up for grabs for dirt cheap in the first place ?? ... Why the Hell wait until all the nut cutting is over and then expect ME to dig it back out (in the dark) and hand it over to them ?? Just goes to show that some people need to be killed. smiley: tongue

  


Edited 1 time by 1LewdDude Apr 5 15 4:43 AM.