Sunday! We are scheduled to take Dad out for his birthday dinner. Naturally, my mother offered to cook, instead. We all said no. She offered 300 more times.
We're supposed to be going to some Italian place we all went to about 15 years ago. This was HIS choice. My father has a knack for ALWAYS picking the wrong restaurant.
Do you know anyone like this? You mention someplace good, they want to go somewhere else. It stinks. You want to kill them. But, you don't.
Or, you do, but you try not to make a habit out of it.
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