Nabal called while I was in a store and phone in the car. Called back around 8:30. No answer.
Got home a little later to ground beef setting out on the counter, and the house filled with snores of a passed out drunk. A left him to his stupor after our son took a very drunk Pablito home.
Nabal: The fox ate my rooster. I'm not letting the chickens out again.
Me: Sorry, you have to put them up in the evening.
Nabal: I work so much. I work late and don't get home in time.
I replied something...don't remember.
Nabal: I was sitting in my truck and saw the fox.
Me: Why didn't you put them up?
Nabal: It was day. Just before the sun goes down.
Me: Better known a evening...
Nabal: oh.
Sitting in his truck equals drinking. Too drunk to take care of his animals... Why none of us encourage him. He wants animals, he just wants others to care for them so he can play with then when he's drunk.
Did anyone else notice the attempted sidestep away from responsibility?
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