"But I was only there for a minute. I was waiting for a closer parking space to open up."
This from the same person who has always scolded at the lazy and the gluttonous.
"You can't sit in the fire lane, not even if you're in the vehicle. Otherwise we'd have the idiots who sit there for 15-20 minutes while their wives are in there shopping."
"So? It shouldn't matter if there's a person in the vehicle, since you're in there and the engine is running, you can get out of the way."
FML, my own father is an entitlement whore. Then on the ride home he tells me martyr style all about how he's only had about 2 hours of sleep in the past 24. What the . . . you shouldn't be driving around! He then tells me it's ok as long as it's daylight. Uh, fucking hell! It's 7PM and it's dark. You're a danger to yourself and everyone else on the road with you. 2 hours of sleep is not adequate, especially for someone who can fucking sleep sitting up! He made me so angry I don't know what to do. He clearly doesn't seem to care if he kills or injures himself or how that will affect his loved ones. He also clearly doesn't care if he smashes up my truck while doing so. That last bit seems selfish of me, and so it is. But I'm sick and tired of his overconfidence and he's wrecked enough stuff (not always belonging to him) with his stupidity over the years. He doesn't need to be out driving anymore, let alone a semi. Someone running on 2 hours sleep has no business running ANYTHING with a motor. Two or three years ago he managed to let himself get robbed because he believed a scam artist who said he would 'double any amount of money in your hand', so he got $100 out of the ATM machine and went running back to the guy. Two years ago he fell out the back of his trailer in the middle of NYC and woke up in a taxi. Last week he was in the store, close to tears, asking me to borrow my cell phone because he lost his. Some kid found it in the parking lot at Advance Auto and turned it back in.
I don't know what to do about him anymore, as he doesn't listen to anything I have to say and it's getting to the point where anything I say honestly is going to hurt his feelings. I hate it. I can sometimes make myself feel a little better by telling myself "Well, be thankful. It could be worse. He could be like Pippy's Dad, running outside with a gun to shoot squirrels and hitting everything else, or begging me for money he claims he needs and then spending it on booze and prostitutes." But Pip's problems are his problems and my problems are mine, and they stress me out almost as much. My father is becoming a child, only his age gives him all the rights and privileges of an adult, and it's scary.