Oh, good.

Oh, good. Mom bottomed out her car. New twist in the sagas. Dad has it at the dealer for fixings. Let the dance of the coordinating transport begin.

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  1. Oh, lordy. How is this going to mess with you?

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  2. Oh, Dad asked me if I could come pick him up, which is fine, but Mom wants to know why he asked me and not her.

    She has a lunch date with a friend, which usually means she needs at least an hour to change what she's wearing and get done up for a public appearance, so there's a consistent and logical reason to ask me first. But, you know.

    She is taking Dad's car to the lunch date, so she has a ride for that.

    Also, Dad mentioned that he might ask me to take him to lunch, and mom decided that for some reason this was unfair to me. I guess I am not capable of saying yes or no on my own.

    Usual stuff.

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