Taking my daughter-in-law to the SFO airport today. My family wants to go INTO SF.... look around. I made a reasonable counter offer... drop me off at any 7/11 on the outskirts of town and then pick me up on their way back out. They aren't having it and it makes no sense to me... they KNOW if I'm along I'm going to be miserable, cranky, using foul language. They think they can control my rudeness.... how can having lived around me for decades upon decades is it that they cannot know this is impossible?
I'm in for a day of hell. Real hell... worse than hell actually. No matter how badly your day is going today, will go, just keep this in mind.... you're in heavenly bliss compared to me.
What is that drug they used on Mr. T to get him on a plane? And where can I get some of it.... but a stronger dose of it... something that will render me unconscious until I'm back home? - JamesJM
