Something that bugs me about my mom is that she is a HUGE penny-pincher. I had a jacket that I love a bunch, but the elbows wore out a bit. It's a two-layered light jacket, and thought he elbows are frayed, there is still an inner layer. She nagged me for over a year to trash the jacket (which fits nicely) or patch up the elbows. Well, I decided to patch them up, since I hear about it every time I visit.
I was running errands with her and went with her to a fabric store. She needed something and I grabbed proper elbow patches. She offered to pay for them even though I was perfectly fine doing so. She snagged them and paid for them. I was all "alright. It's only ~$2."
Well, the patches didn't work out, long story short. She wanted to return them, but I just trashed them. I didn't have the receipt, the packing thing was ripped up, and they were only $2. Boy did I ever get my ear talked off over it...
Hell, when I moved from Houston to Bryan, due to the tight U-haul fit, I had to LEAVE my boxsprings. I just left them by the dumpster. Relatively new, but I just bought a new set once I came here. Mentioned it to my dad whose first words were "DON'T TELL YOUR MOTHER
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She would have a cow if she knew I just trashed a perfectly good set of boxsprings, but there was NO WAY I could've moved with them, given how little space I had remaining once I was packed.
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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