Unfiltered Story #366264

(I’m the younger of two brothers. Once I became old enough, my brother and I fought a lot over the front passenger’s seat in the car, so our mother set a fairly specific rule so that we always know who gets to ride up front. We’re on our way to drop him off at his dorm in college a couple hours away after Labor Day weekend and stop to drop our dad off at work. As dad gets out and mom heads to the driver’s seat, I move to get out of the back seat.)

Brother: Where do you think you’re going?

Me: The front seat. I get it on our way to our destination, you get it on the way back.

(There’s a pause.)

Dad: That’s just cruel.

(I did end up letting him sit up front.)