My mom has a nasty habit of asking me to come with her to "the store"... then mentioning after I've signed on and got ready that "the store" actually equals about five places. This sucks because I have no idea how long to tell people I'll be gone.
EDIT: Okay, got a better one. Yesterday, I decided to, for shits and giggles, see how much it'd cost for me to assemble a new computer system. Not a top-of-the-line one, but one a few steps up from what I currently have, a Frankensteinian assembly of older parts that are more difficult to find replacements for. Top to bottom, the entire thing comes out to about $1100. When I told Mom about what I did, she
immediately jumped to about three conclusions:
1. I've gone beyond looking prices up and made plans.
2. Any money I receive will go directly to this computer.
3. I will neglect my credit card and insurance to do it.
For fucks sake! I'm not a fucking idiot! We're talking a year down the line, so I don't have a repeat of the time my computer died on me without any plan for a replacement! For that matter, I love the assumption that I'm going to be completely irresponsible with my money, like I'm a fucking teenager. Best of all, when I
called her on that fact, she said that I wasn't responsible because two months ago, my grandmother gave me $450, and I thought it would allow mom to not have to worry about me financially for four months, and it only lasted two. Well, you're right mom. I fucked up. I somehow thought you would continue to pay for my sisters to put
gas on my car (they use it 99% of the time instead of me), and that you wouldn't borrow $70 of it, and not pay it back! This is some
bullshit out of my mother. Fucking bullshit.