Kenny and I were knee deep in thin-set, rushing like crazy to finish the tile on the stupid outdoor kitchen. Yeah. At this point it is stupid. We are tired of working on it. We need this whole weekend to work. But.
One of us needed to stop working around 5:30 in order to get the food ready for the neighbor. It wasn't a good stopping point. Kenny left to take care of the food. I kept working on the tile. It was a big pain in the ass to work on alone. But the food was supposed to be delivered at 6:00pm.
At 6:08, Kenny returned. "They aren't home."
Uh. What? They better be home. We just stopped what we were doing to get their food to them. We just wasted a precious hour of work for that. It is was now raining. I was fuming. I stood in the front yard, washing down the bucket I had been using, when I finally lost it. In front of my other neighbor.
"How fucking rude. Seriously. I HAVE HAD IT. NOT ONE OF THOSE LADIES DID A DAMN THING FOR US WHEN I HAD SURGERY OR WHEN EMMI HAD SURGERY. WE GO OUT OF OUR WAY ON A DAY THAT WAS HORRIBLE FOR US, AND THEY CAN'T EVEN BE BOTHERED TO TELL US IT IS NECESSARY!! I HATE THOSE STUPID BITCHES. THEY TREAT ME LIKE SHIT. THEY TALK DOWN TO ME. AND NOW THIS SHIT." I slammed the bucket down, and stomped off.