Adjustable Expectations

When I was learning how to drive, my father would have me practice in his car. Since I am significantly shorter than him, I would always have to move his seat forward, and then he would have to move it back if he wanted to drive.

One day, shortly after I practice driving with him, Dad decides he needs to run an errand. I don’t remember where it was, but he needed to go somewhere that was about a twenty-minute drive away. He came into my room and told me to drive him, because he didn’t feel like readjusting the driver’s seat. To recap: my dad made me waste nearly an hour being his chauffeur because he couldn’t be a**ed to spend thirty seconds adjusting the driver’s seat of his car.