We were driving down to Cecil Lake then up to Inga Lake. To be honest on our way to Inga, I don’t think my sister knew where she was going.
I was about to tell them a story when I noticed my sister no longer had her cigarette. 🤢🤮
“Where is it? Where did you put your cigarette?” I demanded, “did you throw it out?”
“Yeah, so?” my sister’s nonchalant attitude pissed me off.
We were in wildfire area. The slightest spark could start a wildfire that could last for months.
“So? You could start a wildfire!” I exclaimed. “How many times do I have to tell you to..”
“Stop yelling at me” my sister cried.
Oh my god, here we go! Fuck! It gets so annoying! This is the person who can’t hear you, so you raise your voice so she can. Then she cries “stop yelling at me!” 🤦♀️
“First of all if I was yelling at you? You would know! So stop that bullshit right now!” I snapped.
“You are yelling at me!” She screamed.
“Mom grow up! Auntie is not yelling at you!” K chirped.
“You need to stop tossing your cigarettes out! Butt them out and put them in a cup!” I went on.
“They will go out.”
I glared at her. “No it’s windy. Wind will carry it away. Oxygen plus spark = fire!” I snapped.
“Oh. I didn’t know that” my sister replied sullenly.
“Yes you did! I keep telling you” I shook my head in disbelief. I told her how the Fraser Valley Fires started, how a man was a doing a gender reveal with fireworks and caused a wildfire.
“But are they the same?” She argued.
“Is a throat punch the same as a regular punch? You say something so stupid to me again you will find out!” I was so disgusted by her lack of her intelligence and her laziness.