He’s leaving on a jet plane
Endicott is leaving the country today, taking off for Europe for six weeks. How awesome is that? According to him, its not so awesome.
If you ask him about his trip, he actually complains, “Well, the timing is not the best. I’d rather wait to go another time, but my father (mid-70s), and Uncle Carl (late 70s) aren’t getting any younger. My dad really wants to go now, so I’m going. You know, its not a good time to leave because of Blanche (his mother) being sick. It’ll be okay. I’d just rather go another time.”
Great attitude, Endicott.
I, being the super-sensitive gal I am, responded with, “Oh, boo-freaking-hoo, Endicott! Oh, poor little me HAS to go to Europe. You don’t have to go to anywhere, you choose to go. You know good and well, no time is ever a good time for you. It will always feel like you’re letting someone down, because you ALWAYS put other people first. Its like you don’t know how to care for yourself. Besides, its not like you can help your Mom. She’s 90 years old and has Alzheimer’s Disease. She’s in a great home, receiving great care. Now is an ideal time to go — and enjoy yourself, for once.”
I hope he can relax enough to enjoy this trip, but I won’t hold my breath. I imagine him walking the streets of Vienna, saying, “I had to take these vacation days or lose them. I have a lot of cleaning up to do at the house. I have boxes of clothes to take to Goodwill, some old bathroom fixtures I’ve been meaning to sell to a salvage yard. But its great to see you again after thirty years, Uncle Carl.”
Bon voyage, dumbass,
Flo
Add comment May 27th, 2005