"That isn't fair!"
How many times have you spoken those three words, only to get the reply, "Most things in life aren't"?
I grew up hearing that phrase. My parents always attempted to teach me that I wasn't going to get my way in life most of the time, and that I shouldn't say, "That isn't fair!" My parents have rarely said that simple, yet so complex, phrase in my life, so that's why it surprised me when I heard my dad say that.
Long story short, we were finishing my basement. (I know, random, right?) My dad was, at the time, putting up the ceiling in what will be the "Game Room," complete with a pinball machine and Galaga. He needed some ceiling-making equipment so he told me that I was going to drive him to Lowe's. Now, I was in the middle of an "America's Next Top Model" marathon, and it was the cycle with Jade and all the drama, so, of course, I didn't want to leave in the middle. But there's no escaping when my dad says that I'm driving him somewhere. So I got my license and my keys to my car (whose name is Peter, so when I refer to Peter, I mean my car with the awesome Steelers sticker on the back window), and off we went to Lowe's.