My mother drives an Audi, my father drives an Audi, my brother has an Audi, I do not have a car.
So my parents made me flip a shit earlier with an off-hand comment over the phone.
“We booked your tickets to New Orleans for Thanksgiving,” they told me. “You’re gonna leave Cleveland around 8 and you’ve got a stopover, so you’re gonna land in New Orleans around 11, and of course we’ll come pick you up in your Audi.”
I said, “… What?”
I heard my mother, in the background: “Don’t say anything about that yet.”
And my dad said, “Oh. Sorry. See you in a few weeks!”
Like I’m really really really trying not to get my hopes up but … alright never mind. They did not get me a car. They did NOT get me a car.
