New complaint. Far worse, I think.
My parents and my grandma and her boyfriend returned to the house in a great mood and began calling for a cab to go out. I was invited to go out with them and I considered it because going out and drinking with family can have its advantages - like free booze.
Then I dug a little deeper.
"Where are you guys going?"
I didn't get a straight answer.
"OK, seriously, where are you going in the cab?"
I hope you are sitting (I assume you are) and please refrain from drinking any liquids while you drink this.
"The titty bar."
New plans for the evening: curl up in fetal position and rock back and forth. I can only imagine my poor step-dad, with whom I rarely sympathize, will be doing the same thing.
Hell, this is getting friggin' Oedipal here. He'll probably gouge out his own eyes.