Every so often my Dad calls to give me random guilt trips. Here is yesterday’s…
Dad: I just wanted to let you know that I was sick all weekend and you didn’t even know.
Me: Yes well I wasn’t informed of that situation.
Dad: I could have spent all weekend in the hospital and you would have been none the wiser.
Me: Well I’m sure the hospital would have contacted me.
Dad: I was practically on my death bed on Saturday.
Me: Oh really. I had a show so I couldn’t make it over to see that.
Dad: You could have brought me some soup. Or maybe came over and watched a movie with me while I was suffering.
Me: Why would I want to do that? That just sounds depressing.
Dad: Is this working at all?
Dad: WELL WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN YOU DOPE! I’m starting to forget what you look like.
Me: Dad would you like to hang out this weekend?
Dad: That would be nice.
Me: You always have to do things the hard way don’t you?
Okay hope that annoyed you as much as it annoyed me.
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