FordGuy100
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Let me just walk you guys through what happened to me today.
So its about 2:00 pm and my mom comes in my room and tells me I have to go to town and go to the bank, drop some letters off at the postal office, and go to the grocery store. You know the normal everyday errand stuff. So I leave and everything going good, until I get home.
I pull in the driveway and notice that my mom had loaded up some metal siding up in the bed of my truck. Thats all good, they've been using my truck to haul the metal siding off of our house to the local recycling place. So I pull up and get out of the car, and start to unload the car. I'm walking back from the house towards the car to get more bags, and I hear this "Justin" in kind of a low kind of sad motherly tone. I respond "what do you need mom". "Justin, I messed your truck up". "Are you serious". "I'm sorry Justin, I was driving the tractor around the side of your truck to load up the metal in the bed of your truck, and there was this peice of metal sticking out of the side of the trailer, and I thought I had enough room but.... I scratched your truck really bad". I kind of just sit there starring at here in disbelief. She starts getting teary eyed, as I walk over to inspect the damage. I walk around the front of my truck and bam, there it is, a fricking 10 inch scratch, and its not just a serfice sratch, it one of those deep mother f#%@ing scratches that you cringe at when you see
. "I'm sorry Justin" is what she said crying to me. "Its not your fault, its not like you did it on purpose (just trying to calm here down, as I get more and more pissed off).
So I head off onto our property to try to walk of my anger, and let me tell ya, it doesnt help worth a damn, it only makes your more angry. I walk back to the house, and my dads home by this time be he was in the house. My mom was still standing there, looking at the scratch, feeling how deep it is and all that stuff. "You know Justin, when you had your truck painted they gave us the extra paint, so we can take that and use some paint brushes and fix it" she's still really sad, and could be on the verge of crying so I was nice to her to "sure mom we can do that (in my mind I was thinking hell no, your paying for this dumb a$$ mistake). So we go inside and my dad comes in and starts laying the blame on me
. "You know Justin, I told you that you should load up the siding into your truck on your own" :***: yes lets go ahead and lay the blame on me me . "You know dad mom said that she would do it if I did the errands". "Oh, will still this could have been avoided if you had done it". By this time I was down right f#%&ing pissed off, and I couldnt say anything, cause I know that I couldnt control what I would say.
I know this isnt even half as bad as some of you guys are going through, with your divorces and what not, but damnit I need to vent.
Pics to come.... when my hands stop shaking from anger.
So its about 2:00 pm and my mom comes in my room and tells me I have to go to town and go to the bank, drop some letters off at the postal office, and go to the grocery store. You know the normal everyday errand stuff. So I leave and everything going good, until I get home.
I pull in the driveway and notice that my mom had loaded up some metal siding up in the bed of my truck. Thats all good, they've been using my truck to haul the metal siding off of our house to the local recycling place. So I pull up and get out of the car, and start to unload the car. I'm walking back from the house towards the car to get more bags, and I hear this "Justin" in kind of a low kind of sad motherly tone. I respond "what do you need mom". "Justin, I messed your truck up". "Are you serious". "I'm sorry Justin, I was driving the tractor around the side of your truck to load up the metal in the bed of your truck, and there was this peice of metal sticking out of the side of the trailer, and I thought I had enough room but.... I scratched your truck really bad". I kind of just sit there starring at here in disbelief. She starts getting teary eyed, as I walk over to inspect the damage. I walk around the front of my truck and bam, there it is, a fricking 10 inch scratch, and its not just a serfice sratch, it one of those deep mother f#%@ing scratches that you cringe at when you see
. "I'm sorry Justin" is what she said crying to me. "Its not your fault, its not like you did it on purpose (just trying to calm here down, as I get more and more pissed off).So I head off onto our property to try to walk of my anger, and let me tell ya, it doesnt help worth a damn, it only makes your more angry. I walk back to the house, and my dads home by this time be he was in the house. My mom was still standing there, looking at the scratch, feeling how deep it is and all that stuff. "You know Justin, when you had your truck painted they gave us the extra paint, so we can take that and use some paint brushes and fix it" she's still really sad, and could be on the verge of crying so I was nice to her to "sure mom we can do that (in my mind I was thinking hell no, your paying for this dumb a$$ mistake). So we go inside and my dad comes in and starts laying the blame on me
. "You know Justin, I told you that you should load up the siding into your truck on your own" :***: yes lets go ahead and lay the blame on me me . "You know dad mom said that she would do it if I did the errands". "Oh, will still this could have been avoided if you had done it". By this time I was down right f#%&ing pissed off, and I couldnt say anything, cause I know that I couldnt control what I would say. I know this isnt even half as bad as some of you guys are going through, with your divorces and what not, but damnit I need to vent.
Pics to come.... when my hands stop shaking from anger.
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but there were a few people around it and no one to blame. 
next project is gettin GOOD paint, he tried to save me a few $$ using a "off brand" paint, if i mask something off it pulls the paint off. 
