Farmer H bookended our casino trip with another bout of hardheadedness. It also involved the Love's Truck Stop. He always stops there on the way home, for a bathroom break, and to get a soda (and candy bar). The Pony usually goes in to get me scratchers out of their lottery machine. I give The Pony some of my casino bankroll for tickets for both of us.
This time, The Pony had been napping in the back seat. I asked Farmer H if he was stopping, and he said yes, to get a soda. So I woke The Pony. Which was harder than you might imagine. The Pony said he didn't really want to go in this time, so I said okay.
I didn't want to get out and hobble in, either.
Besides, all I had in cash was $100 bills. Farmer H said he was out of twenties, from the casino. I would have no problem giving The Pony a hundred, to spend $50 for each of us. I'd had a good day at the casino! But I didn't want to give Farmer H a hundred. He's so judgmental, and I definitely wasn't letting him buy tickets for himself. The machines don't give change back. Then I remembered I had put my winners from the day before into my gambling purse. Still, there was the problem of Farmer H's lottery literacy.
As Farmer H was going up the exit ramp by the Love's Truck Stop, I said,
"Well, I know better than to ask YOU to get me tickets. You can't remember what I ask for. I'm not giving you a hundred, and you don't know how to scan in tickets."
I figured that was that. No big deal. I'd just go to town when we got back home.
THEN Farmer H said,
"I don't need no soda anyway."
AND KEPT ON DRIVING PAST THE LOVE'S TRUCK STOP!
"I don't know why you have to be like this. I wasn't even asking you to get my tickets. Go ahead and pee yourself and die of dehydration and starve to death from not getting your afternoon candy bar! You're not punishing ME any by skipping that stop."
Because really... why would Farmer H change his plans instantly? No reason I can think of, other than to show me he's the boss. If he'd been alone, he would have stopped for pee/soda/candy. If The Pony was going in, Farmer H would have stopped. So I really don't see the purpose of driving right by, unless it was an action directed at ME.
Farmer H does many things right, and he's basically a good guy. But it's things like this that really hurt my feelings. It's a wonder he even has a nose left, after years of such spiteful behavior.
I really don't understand how he acts the way he does when it involves you. I mean, I know we supposedly hurt the ones we love but holy cow. You're going to die from being over loved using hurt as the weapon. See, when he does stuff like this, it pisses me off that I even commented on what a great guy he can be. He can be a regular git too, when he wants to be. Especially towards you. Maybe you should read this comment to him and let him know it's not just you that sees what a turd he can be. Jeez! There is no reason, on earth, for him to act this way, especially directed towards you. He is officially back on my $#i+ list - at the top, until further notice, and that will only change when he does something decent to show he cares about you. Period. Ranee
ReplyDeleteRae,
DeleteThat's the thing! Farmer H can be so compassionate in helping his buddies and total strangers, but so uncaring when it comes to ME! I don't think he's intentionally trying to hurt me, but his actions say otherwise. Heh, heh! I'm pretty sure he's trying to kill me, one way or another!
Reading your comment will not help. Farmer H considers himself beyond reproach. Even when Genius or The Pony call him out, he sees himself as untouchable, always in the right. Like when he gave away my dog Scarlett.
I know I complain about him a lot, but it's my only way to vent my frustration over his ego and self-centeredness.
I really do think a psychiatrist or psychologist could write multiple volumes on the stuff inside Farmer H's head.
ReplyDeleteRiver,
DeleteI agree! Of course Farmer H would tell the psychiatrist: "You don't know nothin'!"