SSDD, nothing new here....
McWeedy disappeared again yesterday. From lunch on he wouldn't answer his phone. Okay, that's to be expected when he acts out, but there's a firm rule that until he's paid up on his outstanding debts to us, his car remains parked unless he's at school, at work, at court or getting a drug test. No exceptions.
Yet, I viewed an empty parking place for most of the evening. Once I found out he didn't go to work after school, the radar went into high alert. I sent him several text messages to get the car home, then he could leave again with whatever poor slob he could con into giving him a ride. No response.
He also had wife's credit card, supposedly to finally get his antibiotic scrip filled. I wanted the card home as well since he bought condoms and cigs with it the last time she let him "use" it for medical reasons. Said as much in voice mail and text msg, still no response. I've given up stalking him when I'm angry, but when I need to get ahold of him and he still refuses to respond, well, let's just say my type "A" Itralian(*) personality gets the best of me.
I could see all sorts of calls and texts going into and out of his phone, including the ones from us that he was ignoring. His normal
modis operandi during such episodes is that he's doing something he doesn't want us to know about. Probably the same here, yet it ignited a big fight with wife. I said he was probably drinking (again), and didn't want to answer because we'd know. wife said "that would be stupid, he'd get caught because they test for that now, and he'd get caught".....
Then I told her that he has a drug test today. Que sudden quiet, pregnant pause, then stricken look on the damsel's face as realization sets in....
"He'll probably get revoked and sent to jail". "Yep", sez me. "Don't sound so happy about it". "Well, at least we'd know where he is, and know that he can't get into any more trouble. We might even get a decent night's sleep for a change".
Que me, ducking fireballs and lazer beams blazing forth from wife, who had transformed into the fire goddess of vengeance.
I've just had enough dancing around the issue, and spoke my mind truthfully. I then beat a hasty retreat to the couch to catch up on about 10 hours of back episodes of Atlantis, or until wife fell asleep (whichever came first). But first, I shut off his phone around 11:30 (this time for good), and then locked every door. I then settled in for a nice long TV night.
About 30 minutes later, I hear a scratching at the front door. I don't move a muscle, since it's dark and he can't see in. Next thing I know, he's knocking on the patio door because he can see me with the TV on.
Ding Ding, que the scanty ring dolls to start strutting with the signs for Round 2....
I open the door a crack, and proceed to start laying into him with all the anger I've bottled up for six months. His answer? "My phone's been dead all afternoon", to which he holds up an obviously inactive phone. "Really, then you must have some residual electric charge on your body that makes it work because I know you were sending/receiving calls as late as an hour ago".
"Oh, yeah, it stopped working after that"...
I then ask him where his car is supposed to be when he's not at one of the approved places. "Oh, yeah, at home. My bad...."
"Where's your Mom's card?" "In my wallet". Breath, Mikey, breath. "Okay, can you
GIVE IT TO ME????"
"Uh, it's in my car". "Okay, go get it and come back", and I slam the door in his face. He stands there sheepishly, then pecks at the door and I open it a crack. "It's in my wallet, and I left it at XXX's house" (one of the newest members of the Pothead Posse). "Good thing you didn't get pulled over, or you would have probably gone to jail for no DL".....
Then, I notice that his pupils are dilated. Yet, he's standing outside the door, at night, staring at me while the outside spotlight is shining straight into his face.
"You're drunk, or stoned". Que feigned shock and indignant looks from McWeedy. "No I'm not". Loud, noisy argument through the door ensues....
By this time the neighbors are starting to look out windows, so I send him to bed while making an extreme effort to keep my foot on the ground and off his buttocks while he walks by. I make him give me his phone before I let him in, though.
About five minutes later, before going to bed (wife's long been asleep), I checked his phone and found it had been turned off. Funny enough, when you press the little red button on the side, and there's power, it turns on. Technology is SOOOO cool that way, ain't it?
I brought it into his room and asked if he'd like to get in any more lying before I went to bed, and showed him his fully functional phone. "Nope, not tonight" sez himself. I then tell that he better have the card back by morning, and that he has a drug test tomorrow (today) as well. "Yep, I know". "You're probably going to fail it because you're drunk". "No I'm not" sez the mighty WeedWhacker, all the while staring at me with dilated eyes, slurred speech, and stinking of beer. "Yes, you will". "Then I'll be in jail"...
"Yes, you will" I said, and then went back to my room.
I took the SIM card out of his phone and broke it into pieces, and there's no way I'm reactivating the phone. Then it's off to bed for Mikey. Just as I'm turning the 'puter off for bed, I notice that the phone website had updated while I was downstairs, and it showed McWeedy had called Weedette and another Posse member 10 minutes before he carried his sorry butt back up my steps. I just shut the stupid thing off an went to bed.
Now it's a new, shining day. Wonder what it'll bring. Yesterday wife threatens divorce because I said I'd be happy if he were gone, jail or otherwise. McWeedy completely blows us off again, blew off his job for a second day in a row, obviously spent the day and evening drinking, then proceeds to drive home while still stinking of beer without his license. And he has a drug test today.
My my, it could be an interesting day, and I mean that in the Chinese interpretation of that word.
Mikey
(*) PS: 10 points to anybody who can tell me who I'm giving props to for the word
Itralian.