Even on the best of days it is not a good thing to be woken up at three in the morning by the telephone. The phone going off in the middle of the night usually foretells of disaster. (Or some remarkably drunken bastard calling his ex girlfriend and dialing wrong.)
It gets suddenly worse when the person on the other end of the line identifies themselves as a police officer. It gets even worse than that when said police officer tells you what has been going on while you are sleeping in another county.
It seems that while his mother was on the East coast and I was in the Lost Parts of Northern New Mexico, the ungrateful stepson decided to buy vast amounts of booze and throw a party in our house while we were gone. He did not ask permission.
When the cops were called he bolted like a child with its hand in the cookie jar and left his friends to get cited for possession of alcohol, and others to clean up the mess.
I don’t think I need to tell you that I am mad as hell at him.
I drove back from the lost lands to make sure that the animals were OK and the house still standing. Imagine my surprise when I found people that I have never seen before coming out of my house. I was not nice to them. It was 11AM and people that I do not know were making themselves feel at home in MY house. There were still cars that I do not belong to parked in my yard and in the street. It looked like a war zone and my house was on the loosing side.
I blocked the driveway leaving it up to them to figure out how to get away when I told them to get the hell away from me. Of course the first thing the driver did was drive over a landscaping rock and get stuck. I was particularly not helpful to them. They were not gushing oil when they finally got away so I guess it was not too bad. Dammit.
The ungrateful bastard of a stepson came back, I yelled at him for a while, told him to clean up the mess, then left to go back to the Dog House in the land of the Lost and calm down.
Now his Mother’s keys are in the possession of the county, only I can get them, and he is living somewhere else. I don’t know when I will be able to get his Mother’s keys. I will have to take a day off work to do so and don’t like the idea of loosing the money that I would make to get him out of hot water.
I should charge him, but if I do then I will want to charge him for cleaning, fuel for at least two trips, lost time from work; and if I get cited for his behavior, all other fees associated with the whole damn thing.
In other words; he can NOT afford me.
His Mother took his house keys away from him, making certain that he will not be sneaking into the house, and I know that for the time being that I don’t have to keep myself from grabbing him by the short hairs on the back of his neck to toss him down the road.
It’s best if I don’t see him for a few weeks.
