Well, that's the kinda stuff I can deal with.Last time I saw mine, she came walking up to my house carrying a gas can. Her car had run out of gas about half a mile away (she lived in Bloomington at the time but was up here for some reason). I filled her gas can and gave her a ride back to her car and wished her well.
This was of her own making. Too stupid to realize that a car needs gas to run.Well, that's the kinda stuff I can deal with.
Heck, I drove to see family in Cape Cod Massachusetts.
At the end, my car started stalling.
Gas station mechanic told me my fuel gauge must be broke, put a couple gallons in the tank, and said it was okay.
It was not.
At my destination, one of my uncles had a shop.
Checked out the car, found a bad fuel pump, replaced it.
All done first thing in the morning.
Wouldn't take a single cent for it.
Not even for covering the cost of the part.
But, when they show up with "problems", mostly of their own making...
Yikesshe was not happy with my response either, she sure as hell is not moving in here. She has burned bridges at her mom and ex-in-laws ( her late husband committed suicide) and her dad is worthless. The local P.D. always seem to know who she is within a few months of lining somewhere.
she was not happy with my response either, she sure as hell is not moving in here. She has burned bridges at her mom and ex-in-laws ( her late husband committed suicide) and her dad is worthless. The local P.D. always seem to know who she is within a few months of lining somewhere.
This was of her own making. Too stupid to realize that a car needs gas to run.
Mine's actually a talented musician (viola and violin), but her fantasy of being a rockstar never panned out. Here she is playing with Shawn Mullins down in Bloomington.she had a house that she was buying, but again, it ended up with a second mortgage (somehow) and the neighbors ( who were sex traffickers) were shooting lasers at the house