My Uncle Bob is my mom’s sisters husband of like 30 years but they’ve hardly ever lived in the same state. He has his own kids but he loved spending time around my cousins and I and gave everyone their own nickname based on their personalities (mine is Buddy). He’s always going on about Star stuff and Taoism and I’ve only ever seen him drink black coffee or Diet Pepsi. He used to own a hardware store with a record shop in the basement and he saw the Beatles live like four times. he always greets you with a smile and is a treat to talk to, albeit a little grumpy from time to time.
so you can hear the mail lady crash out on a speakerphone call. “You dumb motherfucker, that’s NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT!!!” Pulled off the mail truck mad as hell too.
Anti-rec: driving angry
