I've got an all-timer coming up. I'll try and make it short.
So, a couple of years ago, some might recall the multitude of stories about my SIL. Refused to work, drew disability for 2+ years, etc... Well, she finally got a job and "got better". She's been tolerable as of late. Well, her birthday had been coming up, so my wife and she decide they want to go to New Orleans. Cool. Have a great weekend. I'll bullet the rest...
For some reason, they decide the best plan of action would be to fly to New Orleans in the morning then, fly back that evening. I implored them to stay overnight. I mean, neither would ever delve into the nightlife, but I figured staying would keep them from being rushed. Whatever. They stick with the day plan. SIL's birthday. She has the final say-so. So two round trip plane tickets to essentially eat lunch in another city.
As simple as this plan should have been, they, of course, miss their flight. I have told my procrastinating wife many, many times that flights are not the time to fuck around and find out. Well, they FAAFO. Now they're on a later flight, Dallas to Atlanta, then back to NO --- for the day.
This may be the best part. And, I'm so glad I waited until today to get the rest of the story. They finally make it to New Orleans around noon. Return flight leaves at 7. There's not a ton of time to see and do everything they want to do. Guess what SIL decided to do first? Miniature golf. I'm dead effing serious. It's her birthday, in New Orleans, a city she's never visited, and she wants to play miniature golf during the 4 or so hours they have to visit New Orleans.
Jesus. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. /Richard Dreyfuss