Thursday, April 20, 2017

What luck, two scammers vanquished in 10 minutes.


I have this set as background on my computer and sometimes when I'm trying to think if I did anything that was interesting in the past week, I'll just sit and look at it.  I don't like being dragged out of my dreaming by idiots trying to scam electricity and phone plans on me.  I don't care if it's the only job they could find to feed their 4 wives and 16 kids, I will yell and rupture their eardrums on a bad day but on a good day, I will use a voice straight out of the Actor's Workshop.  From my "Punk" Clint Eastwood to my poisonously sweet Miss Marple, they hang up very quickly. 

Saw mother yesterday, wanted to hit mother with a brick yesterday but got revenge by taking her cake home and eating it myself.  Every time Doc Marvin goes away on holiday, she begins the long dying and everyone is supposed to tend to her and no-one else.  From the look on the face of her favourite carer yesterday, she did yell at her no matter how many times she denied it.  She doesn't have the strength to have a really good cough and get the garbage out of her lungs but one small tablet last night did the job.  She feels so much better today so there must be some way I can get the Doc out of the country for a month's holiday.  And she'll have the flu vac next week and I'll have to remind her for the seventh year in a row that the headache is only a side affect not a brain tumour.

5.07 and the cat is right behind me, eyes boring into my brain.  He knows he's in trouble. He brought a friend in to play with, got bored and let the cockroach disappear under the stove.  I have no guilt about spraying under there with roach spray and if it gets the mouse so much the better.  Perhaps I had better feed him first in case he smells it and hacks up on the carpet.  Why are cats never polite enough to go out the open door when it's a paw away from the chucking spot?

Still two scammers vanquished is always a good day.

3 comments:

Elephant's Child said...

Two scammers vanquished is an excellent day.
I hear you on the digestive upsets too. And why, oh why do they puke on carpet or the bed or clothing instead of much more easily cleaned hard floors. One of ours added insult to injury by demanding to come in from outside, and getting three steps onto the carpet and projectile vomiting. On me.

River said...

You are the vanquishing hero. I had people calling to ask me if I wanted to switch companies, so I wrote down the number. Next time they called I asked them if they were calling to ask if I wanted to switch, they said yes, I said no and to mark my file with a big fat NO and not to call again. And they haven't.
Angel has upchucked on the floor, but I have lino or sheet vinyl so it's easily enough cleaned. But that's when I'm home. When I'm away, he'll chuck on the bed, or on the last clean couch blanket. Thankfully, he rarely chucks.
I like your background beach.
A single pill got Mother to cough up? That's amazing.
Your mum and Andrew's mum aren't sisters are they?

JahTeh said...

El Chi, he is in serious trouble for not coming in last night until 5 a.m. and soaked to the bone. Midnight and I'm out with a torch looking for him, not a peep. I turned round too fast and got the dizzies and ended up hanging on to a tree before I made a break for the back door.

River, knowing Angel most of that would be fur balls. Mother is still saying she's never been so sick as this last week so I lost my temper and told her she's been saying that once a year for the last seven. I stayed home in case I choked her.
No, they're not sisters, all old ladies are manipulating hags.