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Input: This story happened a couple of months ago, so some of the details are a little foggy. On mobile, formatting etc.

So, me and my little sister have piano lessons on Thursdays. We were coming to the end of the  Christmas term, and the teacher had told my Mum last week that the next lesson was the last one before Christmas. In between hearing this and writing it down, my Mum must have got the weeks mixed up.

So the week after this, the teacher arrives. My Mum and my Sister had just left for the shop, and I assumed they’d be back shortly. Normally I have a half hour lesson, and then my sister also has one. Forty minutes later, I give my Mum a phone call. She tells me she is at [big shopping centre 45 minutes away], and that we don’t have a lesson that day. I sighed, explained the situation to her, and finished off the lesson (using my sister’s time).

About ten minutes after the teacher has left, I get another call from my Mum, in which she apologised profusely, and told me that she would take me to a moderately famous British restaurant chain which sells spicy chicken and also rhymes with Man Toes. She said we would meet there in about 45 minutes. I agreed, and caught the bus there.

I was actually worried about being about five minutes late (I don’t like being late, and I prefer others to show the same courtesy as me in arriving to arrangements on time). When I’m a couple of minutes away, I get a call from my sister, informing me their going to be about twenty minutes late. I’m annoyed by, but regrettably used to my Mum’s serial tardiness. So I getup the queue for a table, and wait for them. Fifteen minutes later, I get another call, saying they’ll be another twenty minutes to half an hour. I get a table, and start scrounging money from my wallet, and seeing what could work with the fifteen or so pounds I had on me.

Shortly before my food arrived, my Mum and sister arrive. I check the time, and they’re almost an hour late from when they were originally supposed to meet me. I’m pissed, and make a lot of snarky comments. Here’s a few examples. Me is Me, and M is Mum.

M: So we were actually quite stressed in the car, because I-

Me: Not stressed enough to leave earlier though?

The absolute gem

Me: (in a snarky way) Please could you pay me back for this food, as I’m actually a bit low on cash.

M: Well I don’t want to now.

As well as

Me: You do know you’re fifty minutes late, right?

Eventually my Mum told me that if I made one more comment I’d be grounded. Her and my sister later called me “Grouchy Ves”, which pissed me off no end.

I later found out from my sister that the traffic wasn’t insane. It was still pretty bad, but they only set off 5 minutes before we were supposed to meet.

We still have disagreements about this day. My Mum calls me a “moody teenager”, which I agree with, and I feel I was totally justified in being moody - this was supposed to be a make-up kind of thing, and she couldn’t even be arsed to show up on time.

getting a bit snarky at my Mum at a restaurant