Ron cancelled my trip to Walmart. Apparently, he's above going. "Take a cab" he said. One, we aren't made of money, and a cab ride is $20 one way. Second, while cabs are quite happy to take a person to Walmart, they won't pick you up again. Remember that one time I waited two and a half hours before I called Chuck?
So, Ron said, call Chuck to pick me up. And hope, I guess, he doesn't have a health problem. Ron's answer to that "Don't you want to die?"
No, I told him, I don't, and WE certainly don't need me with a pair of broken legs, either. I told him after everything I've done for him, it's the least he could do, get me a guaranteed ride to and from Walmart.
Why do I need to go? To get CAT LITTER of all things. Ron apparently doesn't care if the cats crap all over the house.
I know why he won't help. He wants to stay home and drink.
We had an argument about it. I figure the lea…