Go hide under your bed.
Pathetic Boomer.
RE: Go hide under your bed.
Pathetic Boomer.
Funny coincidence. Under the bed. My father (wounded in combat in the Philippines in WWII by a shell fragment hitting his skull. He had to have a metal plate-—1944 style) and my late wife’s father (stationed in Europe for WWII) both had loaded rifles under their beds, just in case.
Each named the 1943 Detroit Race Riots as a reason to protect their families. Heard later a number of fathers did that.
As to my bed, incredibly, due to a mixup I got delivery of a
wrong bed set that is now leaning against a hall and a bedroom wall and my old bed has to be picked up Friday—if it works out. Last delivery also had the truck break down on the way so another day added to the wait. Due to a technicality I had to refrain from refusing the delivery in order to not have to pay hundreds myself for pickup and new delivery. They wouldn’t put it back on the truck.
I do not intend to hide under the bed-—whenever the bed gets here. 🛏️