OMG I was driving up my sisters street and some little brat threw a lemon at my car. I stopped and rolled backwards onto their lawn. The little shit ran away but I spoke to a man that was standing on the other side of their fence watching. He started rambling on about the weather or some shit. Then all I asked is if he could just speak to the kids about the dangers of throwing objects at cars.
Then when I got home I vented to my parents and my dad was laying his wisdom on me telling me that I should be careful cause I could apparently get my head smashed in. Like WTF I don't gob off at people and its their kids that threw something at my car!! Then he was saying there is nothing I could do, I should just accept it cause its a kid and they know no better. I just couldn't convince him that their parents are responsible for them and to teach them right from wrong, so their parents would have to pay. But hey, my dad is older and "wiser".
Oh then later he was having a go at me cause I don't go to church anymore. I was forced to go all my childhood and now that I'm old enough I choose not to. I still do go tho on the occasions that mum lays the guilt on thickly. Plus he can't speak, he never went until he met mum.
He uses the comment that its only 1 hour out of my week but doesn't realise how they like to get their 2 hours beforehand, then there is the hour inside, then there is another hr by the time you get home, so thats half my day. And when you only get 2 days off a week, I want to spend it elsewhere!!! GRRR