One of my favorite sayings is that "Young people don't have the sense that God gave grapefruits," so you know I think they're pretty much idiots, or at least act that way. And my allegedly adult son must love me tremendously, and doesn't want me proven wrong, because he's always doing some-thing to show just how right I am.
Last weekend, Kevin my son, went to Cedar Point (an amusement park in Ohio), with at least one friend. There might have others, probably were, but I'm not privy to details anymore. If he doesn't need money, or to use my car, there is no foundation for 'need to know.' Anyway, he gets up with the birds Friday morning. I hear him moving around, and that wakes me up. I ask what's wrong, cause he's up so early, and this is totally out of character. He calmly explains that he's going to Cedar Point, and will be back on Monday. Fine, great, go. Didn't ask for money, didn't ask to borrow my car, life is good.
Or so I thought until I went in the basement. I go to place something on the ironing board, and the iron is missing. What? Where? It was here. I look around, no iron. It dawns on me what has happened. And I'm beyond pissed! Not only has he inconvenienced me, but he's taken an item, which I bought, out of the house, and didn't ask about it, didn't say boo.
What if I'd met an old jack-leg over the weekend, and we decided to fly to Vegas to marry. How would I have ironed my trousseau? LOL!! But I mellowed out, and plotted my tirade for his return. I didn't even blow up his cell phone! I let everything ride until he returned on Monday, and then I let him have it, WITH BOTH BARRELS! His defense, if you can call it that, was that since I don't work on the weekend, he didn't think I'd need to iron. Wonder what would have happened if I'd left my mother's house with her iron. That's almost too painful to think about! Can anyone say 'that lady went bonkers and had to be restrained?' Hmmm.