My mother-in-law came to stay with us a week after Hurricane Katrina hit. She'd stayed in Tunica for a week with her neighbors that were nice enough to be her transportation during a truly awful time.
Two realities exist. There's reality, and then there's The Barbara Reality. In The Barbara Reality, things happen just as The Barbara expects them to happen. When actual reality gets in the way, The Barbara nigh implodes.
About a week and a half after the storm hit, my mom stayed at a hotel nearby and met some evacuees, who Rob and I unofficially adopted. There was an older woman, her daughters, her son in law, and a grandkid or two. A nearby church was giving food to Katrina victims, so Rob, my mom, and I decided we'd go to the church, pick up lunches for the whole family, and bring the lunches back to the hotel so the family wouldn't need to go anywhere. We also went to Big Lots and picked up like 90 other things for them.
We left the house at around 11. At about 11:15, The Barbara called and said that State Farm had her advance check. Of course, she had no way of getting it, so I told her I'd be back around 12:30 and I'd bring her there. This scenario did not exist in The Barbara Reality, so she basically huffed and hung up on me. I shrugged (because I didn't care) and went about doing my business, because bringing food and supplies to people who had neither ranked higher on my list of priorities than getting a check for my mother-in-law that she couldn't cash anyway.
I got back to my house promptly at 12:35, and my mother-in-law was gone. My front door was unlocked and my TV was on. I briefly entertained the thought of some poor fool having kidnapped my mother-in-law until I found a tiny note on my table that said "Got a ride to State Farm office from your neighbor."
The Barbara had never met my neighbor, but felt comfortable going to her house and saying "Hey, my worthless daughter-in-law didn't fall at my feet when I demanded she bring me to the State Farm office, could you give me a ride?" Oh, also, my neighbor was recovering from a hysterectomy at the time. Since she's so incredibly nice, she gave The Barbara a ride.
As soon as she walked in the door, she started barking "I had to pick up my check! You said your neighbor was nice! I couldn't let my check sit there! I had to pick up my check!" I didn't speak to her until Drew got home, and I told him he needed to rein her ass in with a quickness.
If this doesn't sufficiently chap your hide, consider this supplemental story. I stayed with The Barbara for 2 weeks after she had a tumor removed from her kidney. She was in the hospital for about 5 of those days, and I stayed at her
Let me tell you, internets, it was as though I'd set fire to her house. I got a 5-minute lecture about HER house and how I have to respect the rules and people could've broken in and stolen all of her things and RAPED ME. Let's not mention that she lives in a very safe area, all the doors were locked, and in 30 years, nobody's ever tried anything like that.
But hey, if The Barbara REALLY needs to get a check from State Farm right this very second, it's cool to leave my door unlocked and go demanding rides from complete strangers.
If it hadn't been for Rob, I would've quite honestly wound up at the crazy barn.