Screaming Match

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Dad and I had a screaming match last night into this morning.

The day before Thanksgiving I was out with Miss Kurama and Luna-kun, and we were starting up from a light in Saratoga and bumped over something VIOLENTLY. Like... we were laughing, but I was shocked no one was hurt. It was bad. No idea what it was.

Well, yesterday my Uncle Clark comes in and tells me that I need to get the doughnut on my car because the right front tire had a big bubble on it. Uh oh. I knew the rim was bent, but I didn't think that there was any more damage. Guess I was wrong. I mean, Luna-kun nicknamed my car The Hulk because is didn't sustain any major damage.

So I asked my Uncle to help me figure out the tire stuff, and he did, and I waited for Dad to get home from Hunting Camp to help me change it. Because seriously, if he has issues getting the lug nuts off and stuff, there's no way in hell I would be able to do it.

Well, Dad came home in one hell of a bad mood. And when I told him that my tire had a big bubble on it he went off. This is about how it went. Mind you, we were both screaming the whole time after I told him.

Me: Hey dad, can we put the doughnut on my car? Uncle Clark noticed a big bubble on the tire.
Dad: That's just fucking great Sam! I told you last god damn week to take that thing in and get it fixed! What the fuck were you doing!? It's freezing outside! I don't feel like going back out and freezing my ass off right now!
Me: I'm sorry! I've been busy! You know, working 40 hours a week!?
Dad: You had Friday off!
Me: I was barely home on Friday! I had shit to do! Not like you'd know!
Dad: Well you shouldn't have bothered doing some of it then!
Me: Excuse me for having a god damn life!
Dad: Just shut up Sam! I don't feel like freezing my ass off to change your damn tire but I guess I have to!
Me: Well if you're so damn worried about freezing your ass off then you shouldn't go sit for hours in the woods to hunt!

And that was about where he slammed the door to go outside, and I went back in my room in a bad mood. Mom came to my defense later that night because Dad was bitching about it more. At one point he took the saws-all to my car complaining that the lug nuts were wrong and he had no other choice, and I told him if he ruined my car he was paying for the damages.

That man can be so infuriating. And when I left this morning? Oh, he told me that I had better go easy when I asked how fast you could go on a doughnut, and that I needed to contact a garage to get it fixed.

And I asked him just when he expected me to do this, because I had work every day of the week. And he told me whatever, and I left.

Well, he came and got the car later in the day and I had to take the Durango home, but it's fixed now. And he doesn't want to let me pay for the $200 in repairs since the rim wasn't only bent, it was twisted. I guess the whole tire was pretty much a bubble by the time he got to the tire shop as well, and he had to put air in the doughnut three times on the way.

And then when he was talking to someone, he was going on about how he had to put another $200 into my car and my mom jumped in and said "Don't you start! She offered to pay!"

Mom and I are going to work out a payment arrangement anyways. Screw you Dad, it's my car, I can pay for the damn repairs myself. It's called being responsible.

God it was so infuriating. >[