One time, it was the dead of winter, and, of course, I had the heat on, however she insisted that it was too sizzling in the car, & she turned the heat completely off with both me & my two year seasoned in the car
I suppose almost everyone has that one Aunt that drives them crazy. Well, I am no exception to this rule. My Aunt Margaret is the funniest yet weirdest person I know. She is easily the life of the celebration wherever she goes. As a child, I used to cherish to go to her house because she would basically let us kids do whatever my associate and I wanted as long as my associate and I weren’t getting into trouble or bothering her. It wasn’t till I was in my twenties that my Aunt easily started to drive me insane. When I moved out & got married, Aunt Margaret insisted on going to see me every Monday & Wednesday whether I agreed to it or not. By far, the most discouraging thing that she did was mess with my temperature control. No matter what I had the temperature set to in my house, she had to change it. The first time she did it, I had the temperature set to seventy degrees, & she changed it to eighty. I didn’t even realize it until she had already went home, & our house felt honestly warm. She did the same thing whenever she rode with me in the car. I would have the a/c set at a certain temperature, & she always had to adjust it. One time, it was the dead of winter, and, of course, I had the heat on, however she insisted that it was too sizzling in the car, & she turned the heat completely off with both me & my two year seasoned in the car. Even with all her deranged ways, I can’t help but cherish silly seasoned Aunt Margaret.