At what point am I allowed to stab Kara? My parents want us to go to Baltimore in September for a cousin’s wedding; our travel options are driving 8 hours or flying. My dad will always, ALWAYS opt to drive because he’s had a bunch of shitty, work-related airport hassles and thinks airports treat passengers like cattle. I guess I can respect that. Kara, however, has only had one unpleasant flying experience in her life, so naturally, just to be a pain in my ass, she says, “I hate flying. Let’s drive.”
Supposedly my folks even found legitimately cheap plane tickets, but no, flying is so horrible that driving 8 hours is somehow worth it now. I’m threatening to boycott the wedding unless someone will fly with me.