I type this as the stupid stupid fucker sits 1mt away from me.
I haven't been on a 'covert pachinko operation' for a while. It's a pain in the ass really seeing as it involves getting Ryu to bed and pilling Shou and Marina in the car and asking Granny K to keep an ear out for Ryu (who very rarely wakes up during that time) while I take the other two for whatever important bit of shopping I just have to do in the next town over.
Tonight it was printer ink.
Which I might add the bloody next town over doesn't stock in the one shop open past 7pm.
I don't know what made me choose today really. Perhaps a bit form the conversation yesterday got me thinking that perhaps just maybe hub is at it again - or never stopped. Honestly, a look, a single comment and the clogs start a turning. Or it could have been the full page add in today's morning paper about the pachinko parlor (in the next town over) having a special, if your a lucky bastard you'll have silver balls flooding your ankles, on Wednesday's that got me thinking...
So, come 5pm I have decided that is the plan of action but surely the fool wouldn't be after the fuckin HARD HOURS of overtime he has been doing lately. Or perhaps that is exactly it. Perhaps he is actually doing overtime sometime and then needing an outlet and going to pachinko on THE ONE DAY IN TWO MONTHS I go to check up.
Yeah, I know. As far as I know I wasn't blond this morning when I woke up either.
Ryu goes to sleep and I pile the other two in the car. We set off. There is a false poo stop for Shou and a bit of grizzling but not too bad as i actually do have to get milk formula and toothpaste. Yes, I could technically do this shit tomorrow but it's my birthday and I would like to do as little as possible please.
So I swing by the carpark at the pachinko parlor - after swinging past the carpark in the supermarket next door (cause that's where I would park if I was a lying pachinko bitch). Once round the carpark and I actually start telling myself off for doubting the man.
On the way out and I notice a similar car in the very front carpark - so close to the front doors of the parlor it almost serves as a kick in the face. I must admit it was a very hard to see the numberplate so perhaps the fucker has actually started thinking. A taxi pulled up and someone walked out just as I wanted to capture the moment in history so I chickened out. But then I did a U-turn down the street and took the pic - not great cause is on my phone and I was moving but I think with a bit of CSI work you could well read the numberplate.
Besides I just found 5000 yen in his sunvisor thing in his car - yes. the EXACT same place he hid it last time I found it.
He also had a package from the bookstore in his car - with some nice floral writing paper in it.
By christ I better get a birthday letter on that paper tomorrow or the man will find himself face down in the river 10 meters from the front door.
And no, I haven't said anything to the man about me knowing. He is doing a lot of deep sighing though so perhaps Granny K phoned him and told him I was out with the kids on a night shopping extravaganza - which usually equals pachinko check.
Sick of this shit aye. Tis partly my fault - considering I aren't going to leave the fucker to be a single mother of three small children I SHOULD STOP CHECKING UP on him. I know this. I do. Really. But I can't help myself.
Anyhoo, I made this year's umeshu (plum liquor) tonight and in doing so realized that last year's is still quite plentiful.
Might go deplete the bottle a bit.
Hell, I'm in need.