backstory - mrAru had been out of work for about 5 months before getting this current temp gig. Roomie works as a blacksmith, so money is not really prevalent around here right now, and our chevy s-10 is currently hors de combat fuel pump. mrAru being the mechanical one around here has been working on it since he got off work friday evening. It still isn’t repaired because at the end of the evening sunday he had to order a fuel pump.
Yes, i know you want to leave thursday for Pennsic. Yes I know you want to be able to pack and drive the truck. No, I do not know if the fuel pump was available a the parts store yesterday on the way home from his work, and no I don’t know if he picked it up. Yes if it was available he would have picked it up.
If you don’t stop harping at me about it, you will NOT fucking GO to Pennsic. I was planning on driving you there in our only functioning vehicle and leaving hubby stranded at a motel near his job just so your ass could get to a camping event that is in no way work related or able to make a profit for anybody because I promised we would manage to get you there.
And I really don’t want to hear ‘why is she going to a camping event’ at all. Shut the fuck up. I am venting about her wandering around badgering me about transportation. At this point in time I would be driving her and dropping her off even if the truck worked just to be nasty.