Elizabeth comes in from hanging out with her friends and sits on the couch next to me: You know I think you and dad are hypocritical.
Me: You'd better explain yourself or leave.
E: Well, you expect us to get a job but you won't buy us a second car so that we can both get to the job.
Me: Your dad has offered multiple times to drop you off and pick you up whenver you're working and don't have the car. You don't need a second car for that.
E: But getting me a new volkswagon beatle convertible--in green if you want to make it really special--would save you the trouble.
Me: Or you can get a job nearby and walk to it. McAlister's or Gold Post would be really easy. Or, if you want, you can just deal with being dropped off because we're not buying another car.
E: I'll be happy with a USED one if you need it.
Me: This is going nowhere. I'm not buying you a new car. You'll have to deal with things the way they are.
E: But is SO EMBARASSING to have your parents drop you off at your job.
Me: Oh well...
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