The Kid got a job a few months ago at some place that does restoration work for water damage etc.
It’s literally five minutes from here. As is so very typical of him, he generally leaves to get there five minutes before the shift starts.
He’s 23 now, tall, blonde, a good looking kid and I have to admit he has come a long ways from a few years ago when I wanted to strangle him on a daily basis.
Now it’s just every OTHER day.
I’m actually proud of him. That’s not to say that he doesn’t still fuck up constantly but like I said, he is growing up and is fairly responsible.
When it comes to certain things.
Shit like losing his wallet twenty two times and never being able to find his keys?
Yeah, there is room for improvement. Recently he lost his wallet yet again, had to wait for weeks to get a replacement drivers license and then promptly lost that wallet with the new license in it, in one fucking day.
I kid you not.
He will learn eventually.
His latest little fuck up will go into the books though.
I don”t think in my sixty one years, I have ever heard this one before.
As usual, he was right on the ragged edge going to work. He gets there, has his damn ear buds in and starts taking a bunch of shit out of his car to put in the work truck.
While he is doing this and listening to music full blast, he thinks he hears a car running but looking around he can’t pinpoint it. So he gets in the truck and off they go.
He gets back ten hours later, goes to jump in his car and the thing is unlocked. When he gets in, the dash is still lit up and his gas mileage reminder is reading ZERO.
Yep, he left the thing running until it ran out of gas.
It didn’t have much in it to begin with.
That’s a new one.
The thing must have one hell of a battery in it for that not to be dead too.
So the little shit head gets a ride home, I hand him a little gas can with gas in it I keep for the lawnmower and then I proceed to tell him to cycle the key about ten times after he gets the gas in it, before he starts cranking the engine over so it can prime the fuel system again.
He gets back about an hour later, hands me an empty gas can and the gives his Mother some money he owed her.
You can stop at the bank but you can’t refill my gas can while you are at the gas station?
I’m tellin’ ya though, he is never, ever going to live this one down. I’m going to make sure of that now.