Ashley, the whacko younger sister of yore, called me up this day. She wanted one of us mobile folk to ferry her, her druggie girlfriend, and her laundry to our parents place, that she might leech water, soap, and washing machine.
Being the only folk around, and under the promice of 10$ to cover some gas, I agreed.
Having arrived at their love nest, I proceeded to stand around in the sun outside whilst they got ready. Once our voyage got underway, I was delighted to hear that they did not, in fact, have ten dollars, and I would have to drive them to the TDBank. Whilst I waited in the parking lot, this adventurous pair of invalids took it upon themselves to liberate a pair of huge, good looking perscription reading glasses from a desk or shelf inside the bank.
Lo, they exclaimed with shock when I explained that I would not ferry their collective asses around until said glasses were returned to their origin, either by their hand or mine. Unsurprisingly, they disagreed with this notion, because what, you want me to pay $110 for glasses?! Psha.
. A brilliant reason for thievery, I thought, especially since she doesn’t need glasses.
Thus we camped out in the TD parking lot for a half hour or so, after which I drove to work, resigned to leaving the pair sitting in my car, fully expecting a combination of looting and damage done to the vehicle. When I came to check on the vehicle some 20 minutes later, I was delighted to find mearly a shredded Saturday edition of the WindsorStar newspaper, the mangled remains of said possibly-$110 glasses, and the entirety of my glove compartment and cd wallets strewn throughout the passenger compartment. There were two large foam blocks, smelling of dead rat, in the trunk. Nothing appeared to be missing (though I havn’t actually gone through the CDs), and my class notes were left intact.
I conclude thus: I’m not driving them around anymore.