He's down another 10 points. And it's not even wholly his fault. It's just the whole situation.
Let me explain. Guys, if you ever go out with a girl and her older sister has requested the car for a certain time, you'd better bust your butt to make her get home in time or you'll be hated by said older sister. And by older sister, I mean me. And by "Guys" I mean my sister's new man. She was 40 minutes late today, getting home. The best part was that she called me as she was driving and apologized and said, "Okay, I'm coming, I'm there." Now WHAT does "there" mean to you? "There" to me means, "I'm on the corner, and I'll be there in 2 seconds (i.e. less than a minute)." NOoooooooooo, "there" according to my sister's timing means 5 minutes away. That's SO NOT "THERE"!!! Anyway, so he loses points, but it's really my sister's fault.
Now, the unfortunate thing is that this whole situation would probably have been worth -5, had I not found out right before my sister was expected home that my Bible has probably been RECYCLED. This is a point of frustration in my life. Well, actually, a couple things are. 1) My dad's way of cleaning is to shove everything into a bag and stash it in my room or my sister's room; 2) My dad NEVER remembers where he put ANYTHING 3) My dad doesn't CARE where he put anything 4) He put my Bible in a paper bag by the newspaper recycling 5) Recycling went out Wed.
GAAaaaaaaah, it's not even being put to good use. It's just going out to be torn to shreds.
R.I.P. my Bible. :(
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