Unappreciated

Today was probably the downhill part of my vacation, here. Woke up late, botched up some bike parts that Maix desperately needed. And I'm basically broke, struggling to save enough money to get me home, since Blastoise is a thirsty fucker, I burn through petrol pretty often. We checked off handlebars, stem, headset, and bar wrap. All that's left is a brake and lever, a new tougher bike lock, an adjustment on the next fork I plan to use, and truing my old wheels to setup on the frame. All that and some minor maintenance.

Anyways she says I'm unappreciative or at least I make her feel like that when I complain about money. When I'm busting my ass trying to put together the best bike I've personally built all within a weeks time with limited funds, buy her shit from supreme, and save at least 80$ to get me back home. Oh and I have to sit in a store with her, with this douchebag hounding us, all while she giggles. Obviously someone didn't get the fucking memo for her to ignore him. I put all my animosity aside because I'm determined to finish her bike so she doesn't have to take the bus, and I'm the one that doesn't appreciate much, I guess.