I could still be in the lobby

I am back. I did not get the chance to recount this tale yesterday. It is funny, yet sad. It goes back to last Friday evening. I arrive at the Outlaws' condo building and I am in the lobby. I ring up to their unit for somebody to buzz me up. My father in law answers the phone. Fucking kiss of death. Here is the conversation (keep in mind, he is more unaware of his surroundings than the rest of his family).

Him: Hello
Me: Hi
Him: David? Is that you? When are going to be here? Soon?
Me: I am down in the lobby. Buzz me up. Hit "6".
Him: That's great.
Me: Hit the number "6".
Him: It is nearing 6. It is quarter to 6.

I do not care what fucking time it is. Just let me UP!!!!!! The conversation goes on like this for a bit as I try to get him to just hit the fucking "6" on his phone, but he either cannot comprehend or is not listening (quelle surprise).

Me: Who is there?
Him: The whole gang.
Me: Could you put somebody else on the phone?
Him: That is great.

Then the line times out. I am about to call up again, hoping that somebody who listens (fat chance) or at least understands what to do, answers. Fortunately, some lady was entering the building so I came in behind her.

I did shake my head all the way up the elevator. Then I was treated to listening to him answer the phone, talk to a telemarketer for about 5 minutes and then hand the phone to my mother in law, who had to play the "bad" guy and say "not interested". Then, I realized that it has always been like that in their household.

Also, I got up and there was no booze. If there was a need for it, it was then.

Ciao!