Seriously? @_@Brother-in-law asked me to pick him up from the train station. 8 minute drive, no big deal.
Pick him up. "Hey, man! Got you this Oreo Coolata!"
Okay...
He insists on driving. Goes the wrong way to go home. Tells me I have to drive him into Watertown - 40 minute drive with 3 tolls each way and gas. First, though, he goes up route 1 - THE COMPLETE WRONG WAY TO WHERE WE NEED TO GO - to hit a Kappy's that sells champagne by the case for his gay party. Sit in bumper to bumper traffic for 20 minutes while he jokes and laughs at me and my not liking the situation, and he decides to go the other way.
'Fuck it, I'm sleeping." I conk out for the ride. I wake up with my car running, the driver door half open, the AC blasting, and my fly down. I do not know where I am, at all.
Call around, find out he just ditched and got to where he needed to. Drove home for an hour because of traffic. No "thanks," no nothing.
Flipping
Fucking
Tables
Tell him to fuck off next time. :p
Okay...

