My in-laws have a grandson, Dale. The reason I call him my in-laws grandson and not our nephew, is because we do not claim his father, who has spent the most part of his 41 years as a thief, a liar, an addict, and all around ass.
Dale, his son, didn’t fall far from the tree, even though he was removed from the home and adopted by a cousin (or something like that)
Dale stole pain killers from his mother-in-law and the police were called. He has to go to court about that in March, but couldn’t stay with his wife, as she lives at home. So off to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.
Well, he has run up the phone bill, makes a mess, and makes a general nuisance of himself, oh and did I mention, stole $3000 from them!?
Oh and try to sell other a compressor that didn’t belong to him?
But, oh, they so wanted to believe him when he said he wouldn’t do it again, but after some haranguing from family, the police finally were able to get the evidence to arrest him and now he sits in jail.
Tonight, we sleep better knowing he isn’t staying in the house that sits in the middle of no where.
