"We're running late."
"Well, that's fine, so long as you can still give me a ride to work."
"We can't, we have to meet people in Plano."
OH I DON'T KNOW MAYBE TELL THEM YOU'LL BE LATE TO SEE THEM BECAUSE YOU'RE SEEING YOUR DAUGHTER FOR THE LAST TIME FOR FUCK KNOWS HOW LONG? Yeah. This cements it. I'm only allowing this because I want the last of their shit out of my apartment, but I am fucking done. They're prioritizing my father's fucking coworkers over me.
(And same as last week, waited until the last minute to tell me so I couldn't find a better workaround.)