Toucan Sam 4
Author's Note: bleh.
Toucan Sam's mom was coming over to visit. He used to love and care about her feeling pity all the time, but as of late he grew bitter and finally sees her for the awful narcissistic control freak of a person she is after she treated him like dirt the other day. His sister was on the phone with her and heard her shout crap at him, so he's glad she believes him. He would constantly shrug off and quietly forgive her lifelong mistreatment of him, but he was finally broken and full of apathy and hatred.
He decided to avoid making financial sacrifices for her anymore. He hated that she was even coming over to visit, all she does is nitpicks, complains, ask uncomfortable questions, and is just an overall asshole to him. It pained him that he hates her now. He never wanted to hate her, but after everything, he's just done.
Of course, he must put on a fake smile. Despite resenting her, he did not want to be rude to her lest a shitstorm erupts.
The doorbell rang, startling the toucan. He's been paranoid of people at his door. He peeked out a window to see if he should ignore or open. It was Tony the Tiger.
"OH FUCK, THAT ASSHOLE." He groaned as he stomped over to the door and opened it to give him the Pigeon Treatment. "FUCK OFF INTO THE SUN!" He screeched.
Covered in birdpoop, Tony the Tiger sighed. "… great." He left.
Soon Toucan Sam's phone rang. It was his mom. "SAM, I CAN'T COME OVER TODAY. LET'S TRY ANOTHER DAY."
"Huh, oh okay." He was relieved. It was his only day off for the next seven days and all he wanted to do was drink beer and watch some TV alone.
He went over to the fridge and grabbed a cold beer and walked towards his television to watch whatever was on.
"Fuck Jeopardy."
The next day, he awoke hungover. It was time to get ready for work. He sighed as he once again placed on his work vest. "God, if I fucking see that tiger again today I'm going to snap."
He has been disappointed in himself. His rage issues returned after he spent years struggling to keep them under control. He avoids people to avoid raging at them. Unfortunately due to work, he has to strain himself to not explode. Thankfully he's been too apathetic to really rage at anyone.
At the cashier, the Trix rabbit was next in line. He seemed not as hyper as he used to be. In fact, he appeared dead inside and tired. "Hey, Sam. That you?"
"Huh, oh. Yeah. Trix? How's life?"
"Eh, the usual. Wife left me. Got bills. My medical condition continues to worsen, eh. Weight gain. Have to avoid sugar. Lawsuit on my hands of kids accusing me of stealing their cereal when I just want to be left alone. You?"
"Nothing much. Just work."
The two went quiet for a while as Toucan Sam continued to scan the groceries.
"Man, I hate that orange tiger guy." spoke Trix to break the silence.
Toucan Sam momentarily lit up for the first time in ages. "YEAH!" he half-smiled. "Me too! Fuck him."
"Haha! Yeah."
"Yeah."
He finished scanning the final items, bagged everything, then placed it into Trix's basket. "Okay, well have a good day, Trix."
"You too, man!"
He resumed frowning as he scanned the groceries of the next person in line.
TO BE CONTINUED.