My Empathy Is Running On Fumes

We’re discussing a family gathering happening next week.

Mom: “Oh, you’ll need to go pick up your aunt and Grandma.”

Me: “Huh? Why? They can drive.”

Mom: “Yeah, but with gas prices being what they are, we’ve decided to just use the one car.”

Me: “So, my car? I don’t see why I should be driving them when they’re the ones who voted for the guy who did this to the gas prices.”

Mom: “You should be happy! They’re both so angry about the gas prices, they said they wouldn’t vote the same way next time.”

Me: “Oh, yay. Bombing children, starting wars, attacking human rights of the marginalized, and being best friends with THAT guy weren’t an issue, but gas prices is where they draw the line? Yeah, I wasn’t going to pick them up before, but I’m definitely not now.”