He Must Go

Mr. Smith brings out the ugly in me. Today was my third conversation with him in a week. And, the third time I lost my temper talking to him. Yelling isn't dignified, but for some reason, I turn into a raving lunatic every time he calls me.

What it really boils down to is I expect him to do what he says. Which is amusing because he never does what he says. And, I know this. I am like Charlie Brown, waiting for Lucy to hold the football still.

Much to my delight, I called the lawyer and started the inevitable process. I should have done this months ago. Mr. Smith can go annoy someone else for a while.