A Fourth of July to be Remembered…
Around noon today Tamara wanted me to go with her to meet a couple dudes at the bus station. I am her wingman, so I agreed. They came down here from Indiana to see “us.” Oh man, I am so NOT gonna do that again.
They were fugly ass weirdos… and that is being nice. They gave me the creeps immediately and I don’t scare easily. She brought them back to my house, which royally irritated me. I’ve met far too many shady characters in my life and I certainly don’t want more knowing where I live, but what was done was done so I had to bite my tongue.
We hung out at my house until about 7pm. My family planned a cookout and expected me to go. I couldn’t leave Tamara alone with the weirdos so I took them all with me to my grandparents’ house in the boonies. We did the whole family-cookout-pop-fireworks thing.
My grandpa had a few beers, which was pretty damned funny, except the part when some skanky next door neighbor came over and started coming on to him. My sister and I wanted to kick her ass; and so was my granny when she heard about it. Luckily, my uncle got rid of the skanky heffer before that shit had the chance to go down. After that, my cousins and uncle kept sneaking off to smoke pot.
I avoided those two dudes as much as I could. My family asked a few questions, but I dodged them as skillfully as possible. Tamara and I wanted to get rid of them. I told her to just tell them they can’t stay with us and that they need to rent a motel but she said she couldn’t tell them that to their faces. After thinking about it briefly, I agreed. I didn’t want to bring my family into it and I sure as hell didn’t want to imagine what those two could do to us if we pissed them off.
After my family thing was over Tamara, the weirdos, and I went to Wal-Mart. Tamara and I planned on ditching them there and then going back to my house. Once inside the store, we quickly lost them. Tamara and I walked around for a couple minutes then asked an employee to page them to sporting goods. While she was doing that, we went outside and I’ll be damned if the bastards weren’t standing at the car.
I called and asked my uncle to come pick us up from the automotive entrance. We went back to the car so we could get our stuff. Tamara told them we had to go to the bathroom and then go around the corner to take care of some business. They thought we were going to sell drugs at the strip joint across the street.
When Tamara and I got inside the store, I asked one of the employees if we could go out a side exit because we didn’t want those guys to see us, but she said all the entrances and exits except the front set were locked up. She walked us outside and around to the automotive side.
Right about the time we turned the corner, my uncle pulled in. We ran and jumped into his suburban. He had his girlfriend, her son, my mom, and my cousin with him. It was a tight squeeze, but we managed. We ditched the weirdos, but we ditched her car as well.
My uncle dropped us off at my house with my cousin. Tamara’s Aunt, Cindy, came over to find out what was going on. While Tamara was telling her the story, my cousin went with me to pick up Tori from her Mom’s house. Cindy was still here when I got home. She was cracking up about what we did. I felt guilty. Tamara made me an accessory to royal bitchiness.
On this day..
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I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.