So, today was fun.
I told my dad last Monday that I had plans this weekend, and I even asked him which day of the weekend he wanted to work. He chose Saturday, so I cemented my plans for today.
Cut to this morning. Dad asked me what my plans were for the day, where I was planning on going, and could I possibly drop him off at work on my way? Which means that my day could only be as long as his day, because I'm expected to come back for him whenever he calls. And he says no, he'll just have my mom come get him in the van. Glossing over the fact that she won't drive that beast because she's terrified of running into something, there's the fact that the fu褋king thing doesn't work. We're working today to seal a leak in the radiator, and still there's a 12 hour wait while the JB-Weld cures. So I told him the only surefire way for him to get what he wanted would be for me to cancel my plans. He turned to my mom and said, "Can you talk to your son!?"
And that's when the fight started.
Cut to this morning. Dad asked me what my plans were for the day, where I was planning on going, and could I possibly drop him off at work on my way? Which means that my day could only be as long as his day, because I'm expected to come back for him whenever he calls. And he says no, he'll just have my mom come get him in the van. Glossing over the fact that she won't drive that beast because she's terrified of running into something, there's the fact that the fu褋king thing doesn't work. We're working today to seal a leak in the radiator, and still there's a 12 hour wait while the JB-Weld cures. So I told him the only surefire way for him to get what he wanted would be for me to cancel my plans. He turned to my mom and said, "Can you talk to your son!?"
And that's when the fight started.
