I had to ask my father if he could take me to the DMV tomorrow because I won't have the car (not that I really know where it is).
He: Yeah, okay. What time?
Me: I dunno. What time do they open?
He: 8:30 maybe.
Me: How about 10 or 11?
He: No, I can't, I have to go down to the city.
Me: Okay... (wtf?) nevermind.
I go to ask my mother about Wednesday and he shouts that he said he was going to take me. I said fine, and asked him what time.
He: 9am.
Me: Is that enough time? I thought you were going to the city?
He: I'm not leaving until 12 or 1.
Me: ... (wtf?!) So why can't we go at 10?
He: because.. I have stuff to do and a lot of things to pack.
[mom is off to the side in the kitchen making typing motions]
Me: Fine, whatever. 9 is fine.
What an asshole.
He: Yeah, okay. What time?
Me: I dunno. What time do they open?
He: 8:30 maybe.
Me: How about 10 or 11?
He: No, I can't, I have to go down to the city.
Me: Okay... (wtf?) nevermind.
I go to ask my mother about Wednesday and he shouts that he said he was going to take me. I said fine, and asked him what time.
He: 9am.
Me: Is that enough time? I thought you were going to the city?
He: I'm not leaving until 12 or 1.
Me: ... (wtf?!) So why can't we go at 10?
He: because.. I have stuff to do and a lot of things to pack.
[mom is off to the side in the kitchen making typing motions]
Me: Fine, whatever. 9 is fine.
What an asshole.