People who bitch to waiters/waitresses are awful human beings and I wish the worst things in the world upon them. One of the highlights of my life was when my brother, on leave from the Army, decided he's not going to be a cocksucker for once in his life and offered to take the family out to eat. We're talking 12-14 people so this shit ain't cheap and I even offered beforehand, in private, to cover half the bill. No, no, no he's good. He wants to treat the family. We're not sitting down five minutes and he's already bitching about the 19 year old waitress who isn't treating us like we're the fucking Rockerfellers. Drinks are taking too long, other people are getting their food before us and we sat down first, blah blah blah. And annoying as that is, I didn't care as long as he's not saying anything to her. And that's the way it was until my sister made the mistake of saying her meal was a little overcooked. Sgt. Shithead lets loose on the waitress about how everything's been terrible and he wants to speak to a manager. My dad cut him off and asked him who raised him to be an asshole. Then he started in on how he was paying for everything. So my mom asked him who raised him to be a crybaby. He stormed off bitching about how no one appreciates him. Dad and I covered the bill and left. He's such a piece of shit.
It was awesome. We went because it was a rainy day. Ate a weed candy and spent 5 hours there. They had a flight simulator that was pretty epic.
It happened again for the record, I say this thoroughly enjoying the time I am spending with my grandfather, but it has been funny/frustrating that he has been roping me into these disastrous projects
The first time I met my FIL, he lifted up his shirt to show me his nipple rings and his surprise birthday party that my wife threw for him. He's a long time alcoholic thats been to rehab almost double digit times. When my wife was in high school he called home and told my MIL and the kids he was going to kill himself and wouldn't say where he was, they had to get the state police involved, I'm pretty sure he was drunk off his ass. 3 years ago he told my wifes cousin that he had lung cancer and had 4 months to live, and swore her to secrecy, which caused a major blow out between my wife and her cousin, who were previously close. *edit* This was a lie, he didn't nor has he ever had cancer. He brought our son home from a winter festival and we could smell alcohol on his breath when he had supposedly been clean for months, which lead to him obviously losing privileges to hang out with our son. He once gave our baby daughter a dog toy to play with when he came over presumably drunk. He's been to the hospital numerous times for all sorts of shit, he has copd but won't quit smoking. I give this backstory because this past weekend he was camping in an RV with his new-ish wife, and he stopped breathing in his sleep, new wife calls an ambulance. Long story short he's fine, just needs a cpap or whatever that I doubt he gets. He talks to my wife and says "maybe this was a wake up call" to which she responded "how many wake up calls do you need exactly" Guy is just an all-time pos. Sorry, just venting here.
What an asshole, invite everyone to your house and keep a special chair outside for his cheap ass. "You Forgot how many people were coming over"
GF doesn't speak with her father at all. Since age 10. I'd really like to meet the guy. Especially for DNA purposes. Not sure if worth the drama though.
The most recent thing is he decided he was probably going to die pretty soon (he's 67 and convinced he's having a stroke at any minute because of a family history of it) so he started researching ways to make sure his wife/kids don't go broke funding his healthcare after the impending stroke he's decided he'll have. On the internet he found some article that said if you get divorced you can avoid depleting your spouses assets because of some Medicare benefits or something. So he marched into the living room and asked my mother in law that he's been married to for almost 40 years for a divorce and it went precisely as well as you can imagine
My FIL has been trying to use me as his personal junk removal service. He's a bit of a pack rat, so every time they come up to our house to visit, he has a few things he found in the garage or basement that he thinks I will want. This was great when we first bought our house 2 years ago, but at that time I realized that most of the shit he brings up is junk that doesn't work. (garden hose that has dry-rotted spots, weed wacker that the fuel line had completely dissolved in, stand alone fire pit that had a rust hole in the bottom, etc.). So I learned to have my wife nicely tell him "no thank you" whenever he has things he wants to bring up here. That worked for a little while, but then he started responding with "Well, I'll just bring it up anyway and if he doesn't want it, he can throw it away or take it to the dump". As you can imagine, this made me rage. So I actually started having to be nasty about it. Most recently he had an electric (corded) hedge trimmer and a "tarp" that he thought I should have. I was in the room when my wife was talking to him and I she asked me if I needed them. I said "No. Absolutely not. I have 3 tarps that I don't even use, and I have a cordless hedge trimmer I bought last spring". Then he tells her "I'll just bring it up and if he doesn't want them he can throw them away". I say "Tell him I do not want them. He would be better off throwing them away at his house rather than loading them up and driving them all the way up to Columbus where I'm just going to throw them away". Apparently he said ok. They show up, and of course he has the fucking trimmer and "tarp" with him, which actually wasn't even a tarp, it was the fabric part of a portable awning they had that recently broke in a wind storm. He sets them down on the floor in my garage and I say "Didn't Erin tell you I didn't want those?" "No she didn't tell me that, I'm sorry" "Are you sure? Because I was in the room when she was talking to you, and I'm pretty sure I heard her say that" "No she never said that, but this is a pretty nice trimmer, maybe one of your friends can use it. Here, let me show you" He plugs this trimmer in and pulls the trigger. Sparks fly inside the motor and a burning electrical smell appears. "Yeah, looks like that is broken" "Yeah, I'd say so. Oh well, maybe you can just take it to the dump or throw it in your trash can, unless you can fix it or one of your friends can" I'm now fuming, as I turn around and walk away. Later, as he is inside sitting in a recliner in my living room, sipping on a Mike's Hard Lemonade he brought with him, I went outside, took the trimmer and "tarp" and threw them both in the back of his Highlander. I later vented to my wife about it, who then asked my MIL to get him to stop doing this. I understand he thinks he's trying to do nice things, but I feel like he should respect my desire for him to not bring junk to my house when I explicitly ask him not to.
I'd say it's premeditated. I mean he brought and drank a Mike's on a recliner in your house when the mission was complete.
A few weeks ago we met my MIL and FIL at Pies & Pints in Dayton for Lunch because my wife's niece from Maine was in town. We get our table and my FIL is telling some dumb story, and cant be bothered by the waiter when he comes around to take drink orders. He wont even listen to the waiter when he asks him, so my wife interrupts his dumb story to ask him what he wants to drink. Very dismissively he says "I'll take an amber beer" then goes back to his dumb story. Wife: "Dad, what do you mean "amber beer"? Just look at the menu and tell him what beer you want" FIL: "You know what kind of beers I like, I like amber colored beers" Goes back to his story. Wife: apologizes to waiter then interrupts him again. "Dad, can you at least give me what kind of beer you normally like? Maybe we can find a comparable beer for you" FIL: " I told you, I like Amber beers. Like Yuengling" Wife (To waiter): "Do you have anything like Yuengling?" Waiter: "Hmm, I really don't know.. I guess this one might be similar to it. It's a lager" Wife: Ok, just bring him one of those. 5 minutes later the waiter brings whatever beer he chose based off the prerequisites of "amber beer like Yuengling" FIL takes one sip of it. Proclaims that it was not what he asked for, and that it was terrible, and sent the beer back. I was silently furious. I found the waiter when I got up to go to the bathroom and apologized for my FIL, then left him an extra $10 on top of the tip we already had left him.
We dealt with the same thing. Lives close so he'd say I will just swing over quick, after repeatedly being told no. She literally got to the point where he would drop something off in the driveway and we would just throw it right in the trashcan on the way in. About 5 years ago he was all about a pressure washer and said he would buy us one. We were okay with that, as we figured it would come in handy for us, possibly once a year. We haven't used it once and have driven it to, and picked it up from, his house once a year since. We are literally just storage until he needs it for his summer cleaning. It's like a few days worth of cleaning for him. Few months ago he calls her and says hey, you're going to need someone to fix that pressure washer. She's like, "Why, what are you talking about?" He said that it broke last year but didn't bother to tell us until right before he needed it this year. Was out on his deck yesterday and he outsourced the job this season. We have about 10 months to get that fixed.
2 weekends ago my MIL throws a going away party for me, my wife and the kids, even though we're only moving 40 mins away, and decides she should invite my FIL aka her ex husband. Fucking guy shows up on his harley, wearing his leather vest and an american flag bandanna, with like hair gel or some shit at the end of his over grown fu manchu. Took all I had not to burst out laughing when I saw him. Comes up to me and says "Go Irish" and I look at him like wtf...and he goes on about how he wants "him" to kick "mayfield's" ass, at which point I connect the dots that he's talking about Conor McGregor and is drunk off his ass. I proceed to keep my distance the rest of the time we're there. Fast forward to yesterday, when he calls my wife and asks how we're doing since " you didn't say 2 words to me at the party" to which she responds with "yeah you were wasted" he claims he was just buzzed blah blah, before saying he's nervous for Thursday, prompting a "whats thursday" and he says he's having heart surgery. Apparently he's got a 60% blockage and they're putting a stent or whatever in, not exactly "surgery" but whatever. She tells him he should probably try to quit smoking 2 packs a day and drinking but according to him "thats what alcoholics do."
To be fair you put your junk in his daughter. The least you could do is take care of his junk every once in awhile.
We went to a wedding a few weeks ago and my father in law got stoned with my wife's cousin and my sister in law. I think it was some sort of vape where they were smoking it out of a kazoo? He took 5 hits and said he didn't feel anything but the cousin was like "that's a lot" and cut him off. He didn't say a word the entire ride home.....just sat in the back seat staring out the window.
it should have been but he got so high he was silent. My mother in law was so pissed that I would guess that was his last dance with Mary Jane.
so why are we bringing this up and what is it helping . you ? is it helping you to get it off your chest or him ? I just fail to understand what telling a unfortunate happening is helping ? he might not have wanted to argue . I much rather would have sweet silence than a argument , and it sounds like the mother in law was moving for a argument , you just didn't look at it that way . this is more times than not how marriages fail . more times than not the other spouse participated at some point .
remember to look at things from both sides . a fair assumption . why ? if there is one there is no argument it takes 2 to have a argument , therefore you must understand there were 2 things to look at . you are giving us just one side of the story . the one you want to tell .
like the jar if one only hear,s or reads or says one side of the problem . one gets a bias opinion and more times than not a wrong conclusion . one can only formulate a solution based on provided facts .
I thought it was funny that my almost 70 year old father in law went to the parking lot and got stoned. Thought I would share it here.
you may think so . but in reality its about right for the pot revolution . I just don't think of myself as funny and that old but I guess I am close .. I was born in 1953 . saw my parents entertain at least twice a week and had one of the larger alcohol cabinets intown . then the pot craze happened . between both my mother and father we had at least two partys a week at our house . alcohol and cigaretts were advertised on black and white tv then the first colored tvs( consoles) . it was hip to smoke , they also had a private life . a lot has changed . my age group was the first accepted pot smokers . so I can clearly see that since Vietnam was used as the reason for pot smokeing . ( hippy generation ) . you may think it,s funny but he is right as a pioneer . it had to start sometime . my generation started it . that is why I know so much about it . until the insurance fad and Ronald regan the creep .
My father in law eats at mccalisters quite a bit. They had some sale where you buy $50 in gift cards and get $5 or $10 free. This deal was very appealing to him. I think this is $1500 or so.
I was hoping he was a big spud guy but chicken tortilla soup is probably the best thing they had so that's a positive
It just dawned on me what my next week is looking like. FIL asked for VR goggles for xmas to use with his 4 year old phone. I am tech support.