Tyrannical Tantrums for Computer Parts…
My father and Charlie are terrible liars. I think I’ve wrote this before so hold on as I repeat myself. I asked my father tonight if my motherboard came to their house.
“I didn’t order it,” my father said stubbornly after stringing me along for two weeks.
He had told me two weeks ago that he had Matt order it for me.
“I will get Matt to order it first thing in the morning,” my father acquiesced and replied.
I was so very disheartened and disappointed – like a child whose Santa didn’t come on Christmas Eve.