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Today
My dad decided today was a good day to get the base boards for the house, a task he'd been waiting to do for when it wasn't raining. So, after getting my fingers crushed a few times, and getting my arms covered it dust, my dad goes to start the truck. Guess what? He left the lights on and I wanted to listen to the radio, (I hate Home Depot,) and the battery was now dead.
We waited a few minutes, and we tried again. Nope. There is no sneaking up on this battery, gosh darn-it. We continued this routine, me sitting shot gun and knowing that dad's attempts were futile. He called my step-mom to ask for a boost. She didn't answer. She did, however, phone back, which is when I realized my dad is very heat sensitive, (meaning my phone was sweaty).
I finally convinced him to let me go to Chapters so that I can get a couple of mocha frappachinos from the Starbucks inside. As I exit, there's my step-mom and the dog, giving the truck a boost using the cables from the emergency kit in the former's car. She had ditched work early to help us.
We get home safely, but it starts pouring rain, and water ruins the type of material that the base boards are made from, which swells and is then useless. My dad screamed the F word, then muttered "pardon my french." This started a conversation on the word for a baby seal in french, "foque," and how different this is from one saying it with an English accent, (example taken from my dad's co-worker,) "oh, fack off." We get home, and I'm trying to protect the end of the base boards as we're unloading them. This means me soaking my entire back and getting giant, ice-cold rain drops right in my ears.
I never knew that a mug of soup, a big poncho thing, and a little online manga could be so good.
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