> was informed that I should be careful going to Hobby Lobby, because it's conservative and someone might mistake me for a shop-lifter and shoot me
> on the way back, she pointed out there's a car broken down with a lady in it, in front of one of the hella nice houses in the neighborhood next to ours. For context: next to a four-way, probably like 3 acres, ton of trees, three story, two-garage house.
ME: She's fine, she's on her cellphone. And off the road.
MOM: Yeah, but she's white.
MOM: She's probably scared, since it's a mostly black neighborhood.
ME: If she's scared to be in a rich, black neighborhood, then she fucking deserves it.
.. then promptly went home and informed my father that SHE'D called the police to help the lady out, because I said she deserved to be stuck and left there.
Tired, tired, tiiiired. And my royal icing doesn't want to turn out. My god.
Oh, yes, and despite the apology yesterday, and despite freaking my dad the hell out yesterday, she's immediately swung back into deciding that I'm over-blowing the entire medical thing. Because plenty of people have cysts on their liver, and it doesn't really MEAN anything, and honestly, why is anyone even concerned? It could be a parasite! A parasite is just treated by antibiotics!