Anyway, days later, dad discovered this and raised hell. A couple of reasons were:
1.) Superstitious shitfuckery. He was about to collect payment and stuff, and the not so sudden loss of turtle upsetted his mojo or some shit.
2.) The turtle was his, he says. And he said that he told us some time ago that didn't want it sold - either this is true and we forgot this or he's just making shit up. As usual. Anyway, he thought it was disrespectful since we didn't ask his permission and only asked permission from mom, who was the person who bought the turtle years ago.
And so, he raised quite a bit of unnecessary fuss. Pissed off mom (on Mother's Day, no less). Pissed off my sis, who's not on best terms with dad. And stuff. So while he was out of town to collect cash, Sis had to pull all sorts of shit to get the same turtle back.
Once more, I am reminded at how my father's side of the family believes in all sorts of superstitious bullfuckery.
Case example:
Whenever mom comes home from a funeral parlor or a burial, she has to hop over a little fire lit outside the house. To ward off evil spirits. Complete and utter crap.
And then there's the incessant lucky numbering. Everything has to have 8s in it, because 8 is the lucky chinese number. Even the hospital rooms have to get changed so they'd be a room number with an 8. Car license plates, whatever.
And there's the Buddha my dad placed on the table for no apparent reason. Presumably, he's a Roman Catholic. So why is there a Buddha? I don't know. So, nothing has to be in front of the Buddha. No feet, no cellphones, no paper.
Also, when I was a kid, my aunt would always instruct me and my sister to hold our breaths (either that, or not look at the EVIL thing in question) whenever we passed by a cemetary or a funeral procession.
Usually, all this stuff has just been an amusing curiousity, and a minor irritation at worse. But the fuss he made over the turtles, well, it pissed off me, mom and my sister. And so, I ask:
WHY would a person get so angry over such a trivial non-issue? How on earth can superstition be so fucking important? Cthulthu! What is wrong with people?! Is a bloody turtle/spellbook/shrunken head worth irritating your wife and children? Is it that important?
You people would find this funny, and yeah, it is. If it weren't so goddamned irritating.
Oh, and aside from its superstitious values, the turtle means jack shit to him. He doesn't even look at it or anything.
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