Making A Last-Ditch Effort To Understand

(My mum goes to pick my step-dad up from the pub and they come home half an hour later. The pub is only two minutes away and my step-dad is muddy and disheveled and laughing like an idiot, so I’m a bit confused.)

Me: “What happened?”

Mum: “He decided to walk home. I found him half way, lying in a ditch, laughing his head off. Took me half an hour to convince him to get in the car.”