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This was back in, oh, 2007, I went out on a trip out West to help take care of my grandfather, who was disabled because of a stroke. You know, help push his wheelchair, help him around, etc. She hates my guts, simply because she hates my father, as he was her first child, and she blames him for ruining her life. His two siblings and their kids are golden, of course, but my father and his family, she hates us and we will never be good enough in her eyes. When I say she is a bitch, I am being completely serious. She was very hateful and even physically abusive to my grandfather. On this trip of a lifetime, she would not let him see San Francisco- she parked her
broom minivan in a parking lot and would not let him go see the sights, despite me being more than eager to push his wheelchair and help him along. They sat there all day in the parking lot because she decided to be a complete and utter bitch. No, her only interest in this trip was so that SHE could sit in a casino and play the *expletive deleted*ing slot machines, which she did in Vegas for four days, Reno for two days, and MO for a day. Only my great aunt, my aunt, and my great aunt's best friend, who were also on this trip, plus my grandfather, wanted to see the sights, so I went out with them.
She is a control freak* so she insisted on driving, and so I had to endure it. She is a very jerky driver, not smooth at all, so the car is constantly twitching and it about will make a person motion sick. Her method of changing lanes is to jerk the wheel over and pray. She almost took out several bicyclists along the way with her merge technique, despite me yelling each time NOT CLEAR! NOT CLEAR! (and while bicyclists and I don't often see eye to eye, even they don't deserve to be run down by an owlish woman in her '70s). Driving in the mountains was hairy. Driving in the bumper to bumper LA traffic...I don't think I've ever prayed harder in my life. And my prayer was not "Lord, don't let me die" it was "Lord, make it quick and painless instead of slow and horrible". San Francisco, again, traffic issues plus her and the streetcars, dear God, I'm amazed we made it through that alive.
She had also brought a very el cheapo no name brand GPS unit for this trip. Damn thing had an insanely slow processor, so it took like 20 minutes to get a fix once you started it up, and lagged in turns like by 30 seconds. This was fun in San Francisco, because while we were trying to find our fleabag hotel near the airport, she was on the interstate and following the directions of the GPS unit and because of the lag it sent her into a circle of exits onto different freeways...and she kept following the GPS directions, till she had made 5 circles of the same exits/freeways, and was screaming at me like it was my fault, because I kept telling her the correct exit to get off but she ignored it in favor of that *expletive deleted*ing GPS piece of *expletive deleted*it.
I finally snapped and performed a hostile takeover of the driving duties and didn't let her behind the wheel after that episode. It was a "you are going to give me the keys one way or another" moment. How bad is her driving? My disabled grandfather, who's left side did not function due to the stroke, was still a better driver. By far.
*At the end of the trip, while we were in MO overnighting at the Casino there, I got my own hotel room, paid for with my own money. She lost her *expletive deleted*it and started screaming at me and berating me about it, it had been a three week trip and I only wanted a little privacy for one night, to keep my sanity. She even accused me of getting the room so I could watch porn)
