Ugh...what a terrible fucking day. For some fucking reason, my car wouldn't start. I check every thing, and it still wont start. So I call my dad, and of course he tries to pawn the problem off on some one else (thanks for the selfesteem, dad). Eventually, he agrees to come out, but not till after my brother gets home. (My brother is 24. I think he'll be alright alone, so again, thanks for the selfesteem, dad.)
So it takes my dad two hours to get here (its a 30 min. drive) and even though he's helpful, he's difficult and just a general dick. He figures out that, some how, the gas in my car has mystically dissappeared. So he drives me up to the gas station to get more gas. Of course, he has to start lecturing me on the obvious. "Don't let it get below a quarter of a tank...blah, blah, blah." Well, gee dad, maybe I would IF I COULD FUCKING AFFOR IT! Any way, we get there, and he starts filling this huge 5 gallon gas tank thing, and for some idiot reason, he pulls the nossel out to see if the tank is filling up WHILE HE'S STILL PUTTING GAS IN IT! He sprays me with gas and fucking ruins my Doc Martins.
We get back, put the gas in my car, and for some reason, he doesn't understand why I'm so pissed off.
So it takes my dad two hours to get here (its a 30 min. drive) and even though he's helpful, he's difficult and just a general dick. He figures out that, some how, the gas in my car has mystically dissappeared. So he drives me up to the gas station to get more gas. Of course, he has to start lecturing me on the obvious. "Don't let it get below a quarter of a tank...blah, blah, blah." Well, gee dad, maybe I would IF I COULD FUCKING AFFOR IT! Any way, we get there, and he starts filling this huge 5 gallon gas tank thing, and for some idiot reason, he pulls the nossel out to see if the tank is filling up WHILE HE'S STILL PUTTING GAS IN IT! He sprays me with gas and fucking ruins my Doc Martins.
We get back, put the gas in my car, and for some reason, he doesn't understand why I'm so pissed off.