World destruction.

This is a world destruction, your life ain’t nothing. The human race is becoming a disgrace.

Whoops. Had another old song stuck in my head.


The guy from Doorworks came and put in a really nice door, but of course all the pounding dislodged some sort of THING my dad had on a shelf.

It fell on the new toaster oven my sister bought my mom for Xmas and dented it.

The pounding also broke the bulb in the light fixture, and the bottom of the bulb was stuck in the socket because of corrosion. I had to buy a new light fixture, $42 worth of insulation (because that’s the smallest amount they sell), and a doorknob and lock. My mom signed up to work on Friday, when the washer/dryer is supposed to be delivered, so I may have to miss even more work. This project better be finished soon, or I’m going to go nuts. Or maybe I just need an account at the hardware store.

I also had to cancel a wine tasting class because I forgot it was ham radio club meeting week and I’m the dummy who volunteered to be treasurer.

I won’t even start to tell you about the credit card company who required my mom to speak perfect English to get a card and wouldn’t take any information from me even though she was standing next to me and we were both on the phone. Federal regulations my ass. The SOB at the credit card bureau was Canadian; I could tell from his accent. I finally told him, “This is why your job is going to India,” and hung up on him. Even if my mom got a “Mileage Plus VISA card” I bet it would have so many restrictions that the miles would be worthless. Why is it that speed freaks can pretend to be someone else and get credit cards with ease, but my mom can’t get one for herself? Because WHITEY IS KEEPING US DOWN!

4 thoughts on “World destruction.”

  1. Fire up your computer an have your mom sign-up for a credit card on-line. Shame on whitey! (I…see…white…people…) You should have also told the Canadian you wanted to speak to a representative of their company who did not speak with an accent! (Oh yes, try Capital One.) G’day! 😉

  2. Do what I do when I have to do stuff for my mom….pretend I’m her. I do it for my dad too…people can’t/won’t ask why my girl voice is handling information for a masculine named account.

  3. You crack me up!! Did you try the carrot or potato trick with the light before you bought a whole new one? Your mom speaks Engrish just fine, you need to complain or just ‘blame Canada’.
    If you hired a handyman to do all of this you’d have been done and spent way less…you’re such a man! These are the times I know you’re not GAY!
    Love ya’

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