Sep 14, 2011

Locked Out

I was never good with keys, or mainly remembering keys. Of course, this changed once I began driving, but before that, I never really had a key for anything. My house has a push pad entry on the garage.

I never had a key.

This changed when I moved to Australia and lived with host families. The second family, to be more precise. The McFucks.

The war between myself and this family, or rather, their war against me, was well under way, but had not yet reached the vortex. It was brewing. Just under the surface. I was coming home from somewherethefuck. I cannot remember, nor is it particularly relevant, but it was around 9 o'clock at night. Not late.

It was pouring rain, as in, it was a Melbournian down pour of excessive force and volume, and I had forgotten my key. Where were the family McFuck, you ask? They were all sitting in the family room watching television together. The Mrs, the Mister, and THREE of their four adult children that still lived at home. Yes, THAT family.

I didn't feel it was nessessary to ring the doorbell, as their family room was right off the front door. They could see me, just as I could see them. Instead, I just lightly rattled my knuckles against the metal screen door. "Hello! Sorry, I forgot my key."

There was a paused silence and no one seemed to turn their head towards me. Then I heard Mr. McFuck yell from his recliner, "Well then, yew'd best rememba' it next time, now won'tcha? You, missy, need to learn ya lesson!"

What. The. Fuck?

They weren't getting up to let me in? No. No one.

It was raining. Hard. I was wearing a "water resistant" hooded jacket that was proving to be useless under these extreme circumstances. I was soaking. I didn't know what to say or what to do. I should have left; gone to a friend's house, but I was stunned. Frozen.

I turned around like a rusted tin man and sat on the wet cement porch. I could see the water flowing over the steps like a waterfall, but I didn't care. I could feel the cold water seep through my jeans and my underwear. I sat there and cried. It was an angry cry. Tears of hatred burned down my face and then crashed against the running rain water below like hot and cold cymbals.

I was there for over an hour before they let me in.

I don't know if I "learned my lesson" about remembering my keys, but I never again left the house without my fucking umbrella.


Mama's Losin' It

21 comments:

  1. This is a true story??? Oh, my heart is hurting! That is terrible & so unfair! It's so cruel. I hope my discipline never feels this way to my children. What they did to you was really heartless & I am sorry it happened to you. You didn't deserve that.

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  2. Man, that really sucked. Seriously, I felt like calling those McFucks and go on a rant rampage. I mean, hey, if you're gonna be treating kids like shit, don't volunteer to become host families!

    I really hope you reported it to whoever was responsible for placing you with those McFucks. I'd sue them for emotional distress if I were you, just because. No wonder you called them McFucks.

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  3. appalling! it can be hard to believe that people can be like that. it's like a frog with 6 legs. maybe their are a lot more McFucks than we would care to believe.

    great blog, so glad my BFF toujourspursang turned me on to you.

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  4. Steaming the whole way through that story and then, with the last line, you made me laugh! Hat's off to you Lady E (and umbrellas at the ready;)

    The McFucks are assholes, may water pour through the roof of their family room, ignite their telly and blow them all to fuck!

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  5. Yes, it's a true story.
    I could write a short novel on all the things this family did to me. Horrible people, even the "children".

    @Sweaty

    Yes, they eventually did themselves in, which was nice. Fucking Rotary.

    @CreamCheese

    Thanks!! Glad you stopped by :)

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  6. That is abusive. Another lesson learned...never to be so mean to someone else who forgot their keys :(

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  7. That's horrible!!! They should be ashamed.

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  8. What douchebag-asshats! Everyone forgets their keys now and then...I bet even King McFuck has forgotten them a time or two. Let his ass stand out in a monsoon next time.

    Douches

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  9. What the fuck?! Holy hell those are some nasty people.

    I am actually in a bit of shock that someone could treat anyone that way . . . I know, I should know better by now but apparently I don't.
    Jenn

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  10. Ok so not sure how it works but if they were your host family, didn't they Volunteer to shelter and take care of you in some way??? And then to pull that nonsense? Craziness! That's heartless, straight up!

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  11. What a bunch of assholes. I have the same reaction when someone does something unexpectedly cruel-- I go frozen, I don't know how to react. Ugh. At least it's a good story.

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  12. I would've smashed a hole in a window right in front of them. I lived in Melbourne for a while - freakin' COLD sometimes! Hopefully karma has bitten them back by now.
    -docgoddess

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  13. I am so angry for you!
    They were a host family, there to provide you with love and support while away from your family.
    That is ridiculous!

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  14. Oh HELL No! What a bunch of ASSHATS!
    Somebody needs to give those so called hosts a good 'ol fashioned lesson in Southern Hospitality right upside the head! Karma...Karma will get them!

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  15. Assholes! How long did you have to stay there? That's scary...now how am I supposed to send my kids to exchange programs? I just assumed all the host families were sticky sweet to their students.

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  16. @Bridget

    I should defend the notion of exchange here - because although this family was horrible, there are many more wonderful families. Usually, there are 4 families in 1 year of an exchange program (through Rotary, anyway) and most will say that out of the 4, they are bound not to LOVE all of them, but that makes part of the overall experience of learning about different cultures and families.

    x

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  17. I totally understand the McFucks and their adult children living at home. You see, their children are scared, both physically and emotionally. If you look at them you will find the kids have multiple buried psychoses. You will probably also find scarred hands and heads. This is bound to happen when your parents stick your finger in a light socket or force your head on to a hot burner in order to teach you about pain and the damage you could do to yourself.

    Sitting in the rain was one of the McFucks more subtle instructional methods.

    Dean
    Http://leftcoastguy.com

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  18. They shall hence be referred to as your "Host douche fucks" as I feel the word "Family" in any relation to them is wrong.


    Margaret (@goodbadfamily)

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