Dad has been here less then 24 hours and the Nostalgia of him being here is already gone. He has insulted the Murphy dog repeatedly even though he is the visitor and Murphy is the resident.
His insistence on driving his car everywhere even though mine is perfectly fine? No one else can drive it. I can't and Mom can but he won't let her.
One: last night he insisted he could drive after two beers. Once upon a time this was true. Now he is old and is metabolism is shot.
On the way out of the Parking Lot he hit another car. Reared it. No damage but still. Not great.
This morning? Mom offered to drive me to work. Great we've been doing that.
Wait a sec why is its Dads Batmobile Celica waiting for me? I have to squeeze in the back and that takes extra time. Oh great he needs gas. My car has gas. Why did he have to come I usually use this time to talk to Mom. Now I may be late.
Oh and he keeps ignoring what I say from the back seat. I wonder why I hate being in the back seat.
I thought about going back to Jersey and living with him? How dilluded was I?
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