moominmuppet

He's so logical. So sensible. He tracks his gas mileage obsessively. He knows his finances to the penny.

And then there are the decisions that he gets utterly set on, and I can't make the least sense out of. Like yesterday, when I had to debate with him for 50 blocks about why taking Euclid, to get from E. 172 to W. 11th, was NOT a more reasonable choice than taking I-90 (locals will understand why this is so damned baffling, we're talking a total drive time difference of probably close to an hour). And today, when the plan is apparently to come up from their hotel room in Akron (my brother's at Kent), pick me up from work in East Cleveland, and then drive back down to Akron, in rush hour, because "there are all sorts of restaurants and a movie theatre right across from our hotel". Keep in mind, I need to be back in Cleveland, at home, no later than 10pm or so if I'm going to have a hope in hell of being functional tomorrow. Keep in mind that Cleveland has no shortage of movie theatres. No shortage of restaurants. No shortage of these things paired together. WTF, Dad, WTF? Really, if you're set on chain restaurants (my folks seem to have a thing for them), I can and will find them for you up here. I just don't understand why I'm going to spend an extra two hours, minimum, in the car, when we've only got about five to spend together today, in order to get to something that's perfectly available here.

Edit: Finally convinced him that Valley View, and the innumerable restaurants around it, was a better option than driving to Akron just because he already knew where they were down there. Hoorah!