An Eternity In Hell - Sort Of

Thursday, February 02, 2006

I have a relative that I cant avoid. No one can. Unless you have one hour or in some cases up to four hours to spare - never ask him any question that requires 1 to 5 seconds to answer. He cant do it. It is "almost" impossible for the guy to even deliver a simple "yes" or "no" answer. He has this innate need to drag out any answer he has to give, never mind you are in a hurry or have something else to do that requires mediate attention - he's determined you will hear him out to the very last agonizing detail.

He purchased some fish recently and some died. I asked him how many died then only after the question left my lips did I realize what I was in for. Arning bells went off too buggery' late. He started in..., "well...., I purchased two neons, three [whatevers] and four [another type] and had them for about two days. I purchased them at Walmart and...."

I at that point interrupt - "Nooooo. How many died? Not how many you bought, not their life history. How many died?"

"Well - like I was saying", he started up again..., "I bought em at Walmart and ....".. sees my mounting frustration...'Two. Two died. I don't know why. One died yesterday and the other one died last night...." and yap yap yap on he went.

While I acknowledge that hell must be an extremely agonizing place - Its hard to imagine it as a mere mortal as worse than this relative's inability to answer a question with a simple, short, answer instead of launching into a narrative of, War and Peace. I guess most people have moments when we feel a need to explain things - but come on! Almost every single time? ***grimaces*** I love the guy as my kin but give it a rest already.

Posted at 05:58 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool


	Steph February 3, 2006 05:11 PM PST And then there was the time .... brother bought fish and aquarium ... didn't want one ... accidentally dropped the whole kaboodle ... after I managed to murder the little fishes... don't miss them. But, to the point .... awww, ferget it.


	Judy February 3, 2006 03:53 PM PST breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...


	AbbyNormal February 3, 2006 09:52 AM PST Sounds like my mother-in-law. She told me she'd started a pilates class. I asked her what that was like. I got a full description of the health club, the locker room and everything, the teacher, the ride to the health club, the neighborhood, the neighbors.... Never got anything about pilates. I just don't ask her questions anymore. Then again, there's my neighbor Flanders....


	plh February 3, 2006 07:54 AM PST aint life grand! ;) hehehe


	Hoib, er, Herb February 3, 2006 05:47 AM PST Why, I remember a time like that where I ran into this relative and all he seemed to do was talk and talk and talk and talk some more and never got to the point and built up to the point by filling in all sorts of useless knowledge first but I'm sure glad I'm not like...what was I saying?

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