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  • Guest column: Parent’s license to drive me crazy

  • Usually when my parents came to visit, they stay with us.

    But the last time they came, their trip coincided with some work we were having done at the house, so I had to put them up at a local hotel.
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  • Usually when my parents came to visit, they stay with us.
    But the last time they came, their trip coincided with some work we were having done at the house, so I had to put them up at a local hotel.
    The downside was, we saw a little less of them.
    The upside was, we saw a little less of them.
    I'm kidding, of course.
    We had a great visit, as usual. But the whole time they were here, they kept scolding me for using our money on a hotel room for them.
    I told them it was fine.
    I was just pre-spending my inheritance.
    After a couple of days, it was time for them to go home.
    I went to the hotel to pick them up and take them to breakfast before their flights.
    We had agreed to meet at the car, so while I waited, I checked my phone for emails.
    I was responding to a message when I looked up and saw a flash of white hair in my rearview mirror as my tailgate opened.
    "Do you need help with your suitcases?" I asked without looking up.
    "No, we got it," my dad grunted. They tossed their suitcases into the trunk and then slid into the back seat.
    "Just finishing an email," I said, typing.
    "No problem. We're going to Terminal A," said my mom.
    "I thought we were going to breakfast first," I said peering at my phone.
    There was silence from the back seat.
    "What, did you eat already?" I asked.
    My dad cleared his throat. "No. But ... why would we go to breakfast with you?" he wondered.
    I laughed. "Cuz I'm paying!"
    More silence from the back seat.
    "I think we'd rather just go to the airport," said my mom uncomfortably.
    I turned around to find out why my parents were being so weird.
    That's when I saw that the people in the back seat were not my parents.
    "You're not my parents," I said to them. They were an older couple about the same age as my parents. But they were definitely not my parents.
    They looked at each other.
    "Isn't this the taxi to the airport?" they asked me.
    "Nooo," I drawled. I looked out my back window and saw another SUV with limo plates pull up behind me. "I think that's your taxi back there," I said gesturing to the back of my car.
    Page 2 of 2 - The couple apologized, got out of my back seat, removed their bags from my trunk, and reloaded them into the other car.
    I shook my head in disbelief and went back to checking my emails.
    Suddenly I saw another flash of white hair in my rearview mirror and heard my tailgate open.
    Two suitcases were tossed into the back.
    Then the back door opened and an older couple got into my car.
    This time I turned around and made sure my passengers were the people I was expecting.
    "You're never going to believe what just happened," I said to my parents. I told them the story and then my dad shook his head.
    "You should have let them think you were the taxi driver and driven them to the airport," said my dad after I finished the story.
    "Why?" I wondered.
    "You could have made back the money you spent on the hotel."
     

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