I'm gonna start by saying this is a personal rant. Just venting more than anything. I started my day out by getting up early on a Sunday to go help a guy that I used to work with. He's not a close friend or anything, just a guy I know from a previous job. His car's broke, and he knows I used to be a mechanic. (don't ask for advice, you won't get it, sorry) I'm a fairly nice, helpful person. I grew up in Germany, was taught to help others and not ask for anything in return but for that person to help someone when they need it. Any way, he called at about 4 pm yesterday to see if I could help him this morning. I'm not fond of "working" on Sundays, not a super religious person, but that's just something you're not supposed to do. He says if he doesn't get it fixed, he has no way to work on Monday. Okay, I'll come by around 9 because I've got plans for the rest of the day. I get to dude's house, and he tells me his wife had to go to work, and he can't work on it now because he's gotta watch his kid. Okay, why the hell didn't you call me last night and tell me this and I coulda slept in. Then, knowing I own a few extra cars, he asks, "you don't have a car that I can just borrow, do ya?" WTF. No. "I'll call you when I have someone to watch my kid." Sorry, I'm not revolving my day and changing my plans. Then, ....let me explain this one a bit... My Dad is a big Nascar fan. He comes to the 2 races in Bristol, Tn, which is about 45 minutes from my house. He stays with us when he comes up for the race. I spent a week cleaning the house (wife's got OCD about house guests). He calls on Wednesday, the day he's supposed to be here and says "oh, I didn't tell you, I'm staying with friends at the track." Argh! This is one of, maybe 3 times a year my kids get to see him. So, we make plans to drive up there so the kids can see him. He tells me "I'll come down and we can spend Thursday together." Cool, the kid's can see him, and I can spend some time with my pops. Well, Thursday comes around, time goes by, and I finally call him at 1pm. "Where are you?" "I didn't get much sleep (stayed up all night with friends), so I'm just gonna rest today." BTW, this is the only day he doesn't have a race event to go to. So, I've wasted my day waiting on someone for nothing, plus I've got 2 dissappointed kids that thought grandpa was picking them up from school. Now, the kicker. He calls me while I'm gone to the guy above's house. "You gonna let me in?" "I would if I was home." "Where are you?" "Trying to help a friend fix his car." "Oh, I was gonna stop by and visit before I went home." "Well, I can be there in about 10 minutes." With a pissy tone "Oh, don't worry about it if you're doing something. I guess I should've called first." "Yeah, I guess so." "Well, I'm going to GA. Bye." and hangs up. Okay, I'm I the only one that thought he just got pissed that I didn't wait around the house in hopes of him stopping by. WTF. My dad and I have had a rocky relationship at best. I....hmpf. Sorry to rant to you guys, but at least I can do it somewhere. Am I the ass here?