Originally Posted by
Sprung
So, the wind here is blowing like 50 MPH or so. My aunt calls and tells me "Your mom's TV antenna tower blew over. It's on the garage now." "Ugh." I say. "Ok, I'll see what I can do." "Ok," she says, "I though you should know."
So, I continue wrapping Christmas presents. She calls back: "Looks like there's roof damage." "Ok," I say, "I was just finishing..." "Oh no problem," she says, "also, we're leaving."
I should probably have said something, but honestly, one less bitch telling me how to do something is fine with me.