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Family Obligation
Oct. 27th, 2002 01:45 pmI realize now why most people hate spending time with their families. I really like most of my mom's side, and I'm as tight as can be with my nuclear family, but my dad's side of the family blows.
My aunt visited from Columbus, and I wanted to spend time with her. I actually like her and my grandfather, but the rest of them are horrible. We went to visit my grandpa, and I spent some time with him and my dad in grandpa's "studio." The extra bedroom is where he works on his sculpture and plays on the computer. See, computers and art I can handle. Then after we had exhausted those topics we went back out in the living room. Some great-aunt or something named Oma was there with my dad's cousin and his son, whom I had never met, and I wasn't missing much. This part was pretty uneventful.
As they were leaving, my dad asked Oma if she had far to travel to get home. She said she lives in Fairfield, and my dad asked her if she ever shops at Jungle Jim's. Jungle Jim's is this incredible store that sells every food in the world, pretty much. It's the only grocery store I know that qualifies as a tourist attraction. It's an international bazaar. She frowned, though, and said, "I don't like to go there. Too many 'ethnic' people. They just have no couth. They don't speak English and they'll just run you over!"
I was so offended. My dad didn't hear her correctly and replied, "I love ethnic food!" I think ethnic was the only word he heard and he's not racist so he assumed she was talking about food.
My dad's youngest sister, Anita, is 41 and still lives with her parents. She's a prescription narcotic freak and she's the most socially inept, annoying person I've ever known. She tries to make money by getting people to order jewelry from a catalog through her, and then she charges 25% on top. What's the appeal to the buyer in that? She kept hounding and hounding all of us while we were trying to talk about other things, yelling over top of the conversation. She harassed me for almost an hour, following me around the room every time I got up to get away from her. Finally, her mother snapped at her to shut up, no one cares. Anita got all pouty and said that no one ever listens to her and she's going to go to her room in the basement and cry. She stomped down the steps and cranked up her Elvis LP and bitched about us so loudly we could hear her over the music. Freak.
I wanted to talk to my grandpa more, but I was so ready to leave that I didn't care when my aunt suggested dinner. We went to Walt's Hitching Post which is the greatest ribs restaurant EVER.
As for the electronics I was looking forward to, I got the TV and it's beautiful. The computer, well... it's from 1993. It's a 486, 33 mHz, running Windows 3.1!!! What in the hell could I do with that!? I told her to go on and give it to my brother so he could do email and solitaire, which is all he wants it for. My aunt felt sorry for me and she's considering buying a new computer so I can have her 1998 Gateway. The 486 didn't even have a Network Interface Card...
Need... computer... of my... OWN!!!
My aunt visited from Columbus, and I wanted to spend time with her. I actually like her and my grandfather, but the rest of them are horrible. We went to visit my grandpa, and I spent some time with him and my dad in grandpa's "studio." The extra bedroom is where he works on his sculpture and plays on the computer. See, computers and art I can handle. Then after we had exhausted those topics we went back out in the living room. Some great-aunt or something named Oma was there with my dad's cousin and his son, whom I had never met, and I wasn't missing much. This part was pretty uneventful.
As they were leaving, my dad asked Oma if she had far to travel to get home. She said she lives in Fairfield, and my dad asked her if she ever shops at Jungle Jim's. Jungle Jim's is this incredible store that sells every food in the world, pretty much. It's the only grocery store I know that qualifies as a tourist attraction. It's an international bazaar. She frowned, though, and said, "I don't like to go there. Too many 'ethnic' people. They just have no couth. They don't speak English and they'll just run you over!"
I was so offended. My dad didn't hear her correctly and replied, "I love ethnic food!" I think ethnic was the only word he heard and he's not racist so he assumed she was talking about food.
My dad's youngest sister, Anita, is 41 and still lives with her parents. She's a prescription narcotic freak and she's the most socially inept, annoying person I've ever known. She tries to make money by getting people to order jewelry from a catalog through her, and then she charges 25% on top. What's the appeal to the buyer in that? She kept hounding and hounding all of us while we were trying to talk about other things, yelling over top of the conversation. She harassed me for almost an hour, following me around the room every time I got up to get away from her. Finally, her mother snapped at her to shut up, no one cares. Anita got all pouty and said that no one ever listens to her and she's going to go to her room in the basement and cry. She stomped down the steps and cranked up her Elvis LP and bitched about us so loudly we could hear her over the music. Freak.
I wanted to talk to my grandpa more, but I was so ready to leave that I didn't care when my aunt suggested dinner. We went to Walt's Hitching Post which is the greatest ribs restaurant EVER.
As for the electronics I was looking forward to, I got the TV and it's beautiful. The computer, well... it's from 1993. It's a 486, 33 mHz, running Windows 3.1!!! What in the hell could I do with that!? I told her to go on and give it to my brother so he could do email and solitaire, which is all he wants it for. My aunt felt sorry for me and she's considering buying a new computer so I can have her 1998 Gateway. The 486 didn't even have a Network Interface Card...
Need... computer... of my... OWN!!!
