The Family Reunion was the first major Amway event that the Ambot and I attended together. We were required to attend by our superiors. If we didn't, they'd figure out that we weren't serious business builders and wouldn't want to collaborate with us. In retrospect, it would have been preferable to stay at home instead.
The Ambot comes from a bad family, full of truly awful people, many of whom have had run-ins with the law at some point in their lives. A person such as this is the type of person on whom these cults prey. Because his outlaw relatives are a terrible substitute for family, he was all "pumped" up about the family reunion and blabbed about it to each and everyone he came across. He was convinced that the family reunion was the most important event of the season since these folks claimed to be his new, better family and encouraged him to go.
In order to make the 6 hour drive, we planned to put our dog in a kennel for the weekend and pick up the Ambot's sponsor, Captain Fuck Up, and his wife in our car, which was a new model and reliable vehicle. Each and every clunker that Captain Fuck Up has is on the verge of breaking down. As opposed to one of the four or five kennels located within a 15-minute drive of our house, we chose a kennel that was close to their home and around an hour's journey from us. We were planning to depart about 10 a.m., so we needed to make arrangements for our dog to check in early at the kennel. Prior to leaving the house, Captain Fuck Up received a phone call from his sister, who had been late in arriving at his house to babysit his children for the weekend. She wouldn't be able to get there until the middle of the day. Because we didn't want to miss anything that evening, we decided to drive down after leaving the dog off at the kennel, and they would follow in their own vehicle around mid-afternoon once their family had finished visiting with them at their house.
As a result, I'm quite enraged. We could have brought our dog along if we hadn't committed to giving up the back seat to another couple because we were travelling alone. We were able to bring our pets with us to the motel. We could have left our dog at a pet daycare facility while we were at the function on Saturday so that she wouldn't be left alone in the hotel room. The total cost of 4 days board plus an additional price for early check in as well as additional walks multiple times a day was more than $100. We'd previously deposited a $100 deposit on our credit card when we made the appointment to ensure that the kennel space was reserved for us. In the event that we had brought our dog with us, we would have received a complimentary night's stay at the hotel and a $20 voucher for Saturday at a puppy daycare approximately a mile away from where the family reunion function was taking place. Captain Fuck Up's behaviour irritated me to no end, but that is par for the course for him.
About three hours into our journey, Captain Fuck Up calls to say he hasn't been able to locate his wallet. Absent a wallet, there will be no drivers licence, credit cards, cash, ID, or any other kind of identification. A number of phone calls were made by him, and during one of the calls, he speculated that he might have left it at our house. Considering that Captain Fuck Up was speaking to the Ambot, rather than to me, I'm not sure whether he was requesting that we turn around and return home to search for his wallet. That was never going to happen. His wallet has never been discovered, either in our home or anywhere else.
Around 6 p.m., I pulled into the parking lot of the motel. The phone rang, and it scared the living daylights out of me. You probably guessed it. Continuing his search for his wallet, Captain Fuck Up has now inquired as to the hours of operation for the location from which he may obtain a replacement driver's licence. It's nearly 6 p.m. on a Friday night, and Captain Fuck Up is still under the impression that a government office is going to be opened. And what in the world is he hounding the Ambot for, anyway? In the meantime, he's at home and has access to a phone directory, which allows him to call the office and obtain the information on his own. He didn't seem to desire anything else from us.
In any case, Captain Fuck Up and his wife were unable to attend the Family Reunion. I guess they weren't serious about starting a business. What a shame that their upline chose to continue working with them despite their protestations.
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