My mother works for a decent company. To celebrate a recent successful project release, she (and the others on her team) are being given a 4-day trip for two to the Atlantis Hotel (the nice one with the water slide that goes through the aquarium).
She makes the offer for one of us to join her. I’m not much of a beach guy (really, the pale, pasty skin is so SEXY on me), and I figured it would be nice for the ‘girls’ to have a trip together, so I tell the missus to go and have a blast.
They are to leave on Sunday. My mother has asked me to watch her dogs while she is gone (I say yes to two of them, the third, not well trained can stay with someone else), which means I alone will be taking care of five (we have three ourselves). This in itself is not a big deal, she has done the same for us in the past. But then, she calls and and wants to drop them off a day early, which too is fine since they need to head to the airport at around 8:30 am. Then she says she wants me to take Llamaette and her to the airport, being up and ready to drive them 2 hours round trip (weekend mornings and I do not mix). Of course, if I do that, then she will want me to pick them up from the airport on Wednesday, in AFTERNOON RUSH HOUR (for Atlanta folks, I would be driving to the airport from pretty far north up 400). I snapped, and though I didn’t say ‘no’, a pretty heavy sigh had her inquire what the daily rates were at the park and ride by the airport.
Pisses me off because I was hoping to ENJOY a bit of the bachelor time, and now I’m feeling guilty for not playing chauffeur. Am I an asshole (obligatory pit language) or what?