So Mrs. Jenkins is my neighbor of 82 years, right? She’s adorable, but sadly, a little forgotten by her family. Her son, Steve, lives very close to her, but might as well be on Mars given how often he visits.
Seeing her alone, had to help her: groceries, doctors appointments, etc. But here’s the scoop: I had to leave for two weeks because my mom was in the hospital. Then out of nowhere I get this call from Steve who never bothers to call me btw. He’s all angry because his mother’s milk is out.
Like, really? “Why haven’t you stocked up? Do it right or not at all! ” is he throwing me. I’m like ” Excuse me? Who do you think you are? “He doesn’t lift his little finger for her and has the nerve to interrupt me. He even throws a “You’re pathetic, you’re not doing much anyway” just to stir the knife in the wound. I hung up on the piss How dare he?
