For some reason, I'm always the damn bad guy in the house. Always...
My car started acting up today with a stupid Lower Tire pressure warning. I figured out the problem, fixed it, but the error code remained there because I needed to reset the flat tire monitor. There was a problem though. I couldn't figure it out. Turns out BMW made a manual for every god damn car with iDrive, but not for one without iDrive. Way to go BMW! Not even a google search could find the solution... I basically say "fuck it" and go on with my day. My friend, who's a mechanic and works on BMWs every day, was going to be passing by tomorrow and I would just ask him to reset the FTM for me.
Apparently, that's not good enough for my parents. Of course not... As soon as I told them, "I'm just going to wait until tomorrow" they started going fucking nuts. Why? I have no idea. I drive the car, they don't, but they still kept hounding me and telling me to go to the damn dealership to get it fixed. After about 1.5 hours of going back and forth, I grab my keys and walk out of the house w/o saying a word. I drive 30 damn minutes to the dealership and get the shit fixed so they would STFU. When I return, they go freaking nuts over me leaving the house w/o telling them. So god damn sad =/... Typical fucking Portuguese parents. Not one Portuguese person I know can leave the house w/o saying a word or they're going to get an earful when they get home. Why? Because that's how it was in the old days when they were growing up -_-. Jesus christ. If you want to know where I am, call my damn cell phone and I'll tell you.
I then decide to go to the mall today to just get away from home and everyone. I buy myself a watch and come home only to find everyone still awake and pissed off at me. I walk into the living room, say "Hi" to my mother, sister and father and they're just sitting and glaring at me like I just killed a fucking kitten. Apparently, my sister wanted to go with me to the mall, but NO ONE FUCKING TOLD ME. According to my dad, I peeled out of the driveway right before she went outside purposely so I could go alone. WTF IS THAT SHIT? I was never fucking told anyone wanted to come with me, so I left. What was I going to do? Wait in the driveway for 2 hours to see if anyone would show up and want to go to the mall? More importantly, WHY THE FUCK WOULDN'T YOU JUST CALL ME? I was obviously still fucking close by.