TB Letter + Parents = No TB Letter.

Well most of you guys will be able to follow that simple equation, i know i had low hopes of actualy seeing the letter before father magicly teleported it somewhere, as is his want.
Rang the olds last night, they wernt there, no surprise....
Left a message for them to call the diseased one back (me)
Ok the old man called me back, read me the letter, we orginized for it to be left in his letter box and i would pick it up on the way to work....
A simple yet fool proof plan, one would assume.
Twas not to be.
Firstly ros set the alarm, but didnt turn it on....
Then when i finaly get to dads I knew the plan had gone south upon reacing the letter box and no letter being there.
I quickly rushed inside, which as most of you know is no easy feat with gates and dobermans and fucking telsa coils and shit...
Anyway not on the bench where all my mail usualy sits.
Not on dad's desk, where he would of had it, if he had left it behind.
OH also the phone didnt work.......
So i give him a call on the phone inside, and lo and behold he doesnt answer...
GREAT
FUCKING GREAT!
By now im 30 mins late for work....
Anyway i give up and start driving to work, then the old man himself gives me a call
dad: i guess you are looking for that letter
glen: you better fucking belive it....
dad: well was it on the bench or in my office
glen: nope i looked there..
dad: hmm i must have left it in the car when i went to the airport...
glen: oh well, guess ill die of TB then....


BUT thankfully about 3 mins before i get to work, the gods got together and washed away the tide of anger with wave apon wave of iron maiden, or should i say riff upon riff, needless to say with 3 mins before i got to work 45 mins later i was running to the hills and all was right again.!
As franga would say
Righteous!!!!!!