The Downtown Tundra Mis-Adventure

Just got back from an oh-so-fun downtown adventure in my dad's giant 2009 Toyota Tundra. That truck should be banned from driving in cities. Its too damn big.

My little sister needed to get picked up from school and driven to Swedish Medical Center downtown (because this was the morning her car decided to make funny noises). Guess who had to drive her to school this morning at 7:40? Yeah. Me. Guess who'd had ~5 hours of sleep by then? Again, me.

Guess who was the super bitch from hell? Actually not me until provoked. 

My little sister kept bitching and switching the radio away from my favorite Seattle station. Until I'd had enough bullshit and turned the radio off. I'm a firm believer in "driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his/her cake-hole." 

Got home from that horrible drive and had a pretty good day.

Had to then drive out and pick her up from school (not fun) and then drive her downtown in the Tundra during afternoon traffic. Luckily it wasn't rush hour, but still, the freeway sucked and then the directions we had to the correct building were bullshit. Finally just dropped her off at the main entrance and told her to ask someone at the desk where she needed to be.

Five minutes later, stuck in gridlock traffic where I can't move, I get a call and she tells me I dropped her off at the wrong building. No shit we did. That's why we told her to ask the person at the counter because we didn't know which building she needed to be in.

I got to fight through downtown Seattle with half of 4th Ave closed to drivers and two busses which kept coming into my lane and then finally got home again to relax.

When I got in I found I got another accusing text from my sister:

"thanks for taking me to the wrong campus"

Fuck you, we followed the fucking directions you had for us. You should have thought of that bullshit the morning before and paid attention when we were driving around, not sit texting on your phone. We had no fucking clue where the damn building is, especially when the directions said "Cherry St. Campus" and we were on Cherry St. where the main entrance was before that whole street dead ended. Don't bitch me out because I tried and you wouldn't have faired any better on your own.

See if I drive you anywhere the rest of the week. 

You get to fucking walk.