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Why I hate going places with my Dad, a playlet.

Yesterday
Dad: I told Uncle Peter we'd be getting there around one, so we'll be leaving here at 8
Me: 'Kay

Last Night
Me: (In preparation for the early morning + long day of car travel, goes to bed early and sets alarm for seven)

This morning)
Me: (Wakes up) (Showers, prepares for day)

(EIGHT AM comes and goes)

Dad: (Sleeping)
Me: Dad? Dad? DAD!
Dad: Huhwha?
Me: Weren't we gonna leave at 8?
Dad: Oh yeah. We'll leave a little later.

END

*headdesk*

Uncle just called and asked if we'd left yet. Dad said "a few minutes". I still have no idea when we're leaving. Fun.