A very dear but very senile family friend just called my house and left a message informing us that he bought the new Hess truck for my dad and that he’ll give it to us next time he sees us.
Obviously this man did not mean anything malicious by this, he simply forgot. But that stung, it really did. I’ve seen the Hess truck commercials a lot recently and I can’t stand them. I turn the TV off.
My dad collected toy trucks—now there’s an understatement—and he loved the special Hess Christmas trucks. I just wish he was here to get the damn truck, and I still don’t understand why he’s not. I just wish he was here.
See? It’s only November 18 and Christmas sucks already.