I fucking swear.
The Kid tested positive for The Rona.
I was informed of this via text message by my oldest daughter.
Who lives in Portland.
While I was at work.
I had to call The Wifely Unit to have her confirm it.
So then I immediately had to go tell my boss, who told me I had to go home, per company policy, because now everybody in my house has been exposed to it.
Not to mention all the guys I work with now.
I just got off the phone with him, he had to call HR and find out what they wanted to do.
And now I am off work until at least the day before Thanksgiving.
Since the DMV is right on the way home, I swung into the Drive Through and got the title transferred and new plates for the truck. Since the tags on it had expired clear back in 2017 I thought that might be a smart thing to do.
THREE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE DOLLARS for that shit.
The receipt I had the guy fill out was for $1500.
That is exactly 1/4 of the stated purchase price.
It’s little wonder why I hate those sonsabitches with a raging fury.
I am not a Happy Camper right at the moment in case anyone was unsure.