Me: What happened to the sprayer on the hose?
Mom: What do you mean?
... ... ...
Really... is there anything that it could possibly mean except that there's no sprayer on the hose? What a dumbass question to ask. Especially after a day full of sweaty breaking machines bullshit frustration fighting tears while trying to fix shit and to top it off a tank of gas that took a trickle 30 minutes to fill up. FUCK.
I don't think I've ever said so many curse words at work. Frustration turned to anger. Then after I got so mad for so long, I couldn't be mad anymore and I just wanted to cry. Then shit just keeps piling up and WON'T STOP, only making it worse.
Can you tell I'm pissy today?
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