My stomach tightens. Where the hell is he? To my knowledge, he has no money. God only knows what he’s up to.
Me:
I called again twice, and he finally answered and said he was on his way back.
There were voices in the background. Like he was in a store or something.
Which is weird, bc he has no money.
Alice:
The best possible outcome is he just walked there to talk to people.
The phone buzzes again. Timmy callingmethis time.
“What are you doing?” I ask, the irritation already creeping into my voice.
“I was just at the store getting a Smirnoff Ice,” he says, as if it’s the most natural explanation in the world.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snap. “How did you pay for that?”
“Oh, I had a couple of bucks on my Apple Pay, so I used that,” he replies, sounding smug.
“Fuck! You!” I scream, and hang up.
My hands are trembling, my chest tight with fury. Of all the idiotic things…
Me:
Oh my god! He was at the gas station buying a Smirnoff Ice.
Because apparently he had a few bucks on his Apple Pay.
I just told him ‘fuck you’ and hung up.
Alice:
Yeah, that sounds like my ex. Somehow always had money for booze, but that’s an addiction for you.
I fire off a text to him:
Me:
You can’t help me pay for anything, but somehow you have money to buy a Smirnoff Ice? Take a long hard fucking look at yourself.
The minutes tick by, and there’s still no sign of Timmy.
My irritation morphs into a simmering rage.
Me:
If you’re not back in five minutes, I’m throwing your things out on the street.
Me (to Alice):
I’m so fucking angry.
Alice: