Momentary rant

I am nauseous. Was worried  that I would throw up all over my father's lovely dashboard when he drove me home from college today. Have been such most of the day, but the road vibrations made it all worse. Now, Father was going to pick up a new car tonight - and to do so, there needs to be two drivers, since there will be one car going and two coming back. Mother is at work which means the only other driver is me - and due to the aforementioned stomach-ick, I am not sure I can drive.

Father is rather upset about this. Keeps asking if I'm sure I can't drive.

WTF, Father.

S


EDIT: Well, he managed to work something out where I won't have to drive - at least not until later. This is better than I was expecting. (Yes, my father is the sort of person who would throw a hissy fit over someone else's sickness getting in his way. That's why I was expecting the worst.)