"Sure, I say."
NEXT DAY
"Hey, I won't be here Thursday evening."
Mom stares at me blankly.
"I'm going out with Randy and Diana."
"Oh, so you're going to be too smashed to come home?"
What the FUCK? Are you kidding me?
"Uh, no. Didn't you ask me to let you know when I wouldn't be here for dinner? What would possess you to say that to me?"
"Well, I didn't know."
NEXT DAY
I come into the kitchen and mom and dad have just finished a fish dinner. I make a sandwich as I loath fish.
Mom says, "I thought you weren't going to be here tonight."
"No, that's tomorrow night. Thursday. And I wrote it on the calendar...like you asked me to do."
"Oh, I got confused."
Sigh. Yes, I see that.
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