While sitting and numbed at the dental chair, Paw had left two voicemail messages at work: 11:54am and 11:58am. They needed the code to the house which the boy had verbally rattled off rather quickly to me yesterday during lunch, that I didn’t bother writing it, thinking nothing would happen.
So the first call was about someone trying to break in. The second call was via the boy who said someone was trying to break in. Around 1:00pm, I had called home via my cellphone as requested by Paw but by then everything was taken cared of.
According to Maw who had answered my phone call, the girl’s two sisters arrived at the scene because the elderly couple didn’t know the code; although they had the key’s of the boy. It was a sad situation.
Actually and for whatever reason, I didn’t feel sorry or regret it ever happened. Frankly, I’m supposed to care but don’t because the Benadryl has relaxed me and my mouth is still numbed from the anathesia administered.
And after hearing a weary earful from Maw about me being more responsible, getting more involved and snapping at people out of my impatience and hatred by and large at TPTB, I really want everyone to drop dead.
It’s not worth testing my situation because you guys still owe me — big time. So bug off! To the SJPD, thanks for not laughing at these people. Don’t expect me to stop laughing all the way to the bank either. My bad!
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