I Put My Foot Down In Front Of Grandmother

I just got into a huge argument with Grandmother. She called me while I was out tonight, then knocked on my bedroom door, because she wanted my help, again, to call her son in Hong Kong because he sent money to her bank. She wanted me to tell her son the name of the bank because she was afraid that if he didn't get it right, the money would be sent back to him.

This is where the story gets confusing, even moreso than it usually is the case when Grandmother tries to recount a story. I think that the money was sent back to her son. But I don't know this for sure. Also, Grandmother made My Father talk to him about the name of her bank. So why am I calling him? Because she wants her son to tell it to me so I can check if it's right. Or something.

Well first she gives me the number of someone who's not her son. Then when she finds the right number for me to call, her son tells her he's got the right bank name, don't worry about it.

But that's not enough. She goes over to knock on my door again. She wants me to call her again because ... I don't remember. I do that, and this time I think to make sure her son has her account number. I still don't fucking know why he doesn't send money to her here -- Grandmother said that he wanted to send it to the bank -- but if it's being sent to the bank, an account number would be nice. If it works, of course.

I thought that was the end of it. But it wasn't. Grandmother ambles down the hallway to knock on my bedroom door a third fucking time because she wants me to call him yet again about ... I don't know what the fuck it's about this time, something about the addresses not matching or something. She's worried that the bank he's sending money to is only the bank you can get money from. I don't know. I don't get it. And frankly, this was the point where I had enough of her and her constant calling of her son and her making me talk on the phone with him to straighten out shit even I don't understand.

I shove her back into her bedroom to tell her I don't know what the hell she's talking about, but at the very least I don't want to call him a third time this night because I'm going to bet it's all much ado about nothing. "But why did the money get returned?" she asked. I don't know why it was returned; shit, I still don't know why he sent to her bank and not to her.

"So why don't you call him to make sure?" she asked. I already told her I wasn't going to do it, but she asked anyway, so this is where I finally refused to do things for her that don't make sense. I had to scold her when I refused, pointing my finger at her and going, "NO, NO, NO!"

She just threw the phone down on the bed; haven't seen her do that in a long time. Haven't seen her this frustrated, even angry, in a long time, too. But I'm tired of it. I don't know what the hell's going on, so I'll do something if something wrong happens.

I don't like being this cold to her, but this is dumb stuff we're doing for her only because she thinks it's important. I just hope Grandmother doesn't get revenge on me for this. She may not give me money she wins at the casino anymore. I'll take the risk.