Fat dad rant First of all,  my dad cornered me into doing a five hour roadtrip. The whole time I felt like I was going to throw up because I'm very susceptible to motion sickness, and I'm honestly not a very talkative person. He kept talking, and then one moment he asks me "do you hate me that much? Every time I talk you look like you are going to throw up, and you're not even trying to hold a conversation" Later, he starts doing something on his phone, and I tell him "dad, let me do what you're doing" he hands me the phone, and he was trying to book a hotel. While driving. When I finally find one that will take us on such short notice I tell him the details, and when I tell him the price he says "oh, that's expensive, you're going to have to cover it" completely seriously. I am a nineteen year old college student on summer vacation, I do not have that kind of money to begin with, also it was him who forced me into this. Now, he went to go get some guhnetiks at a local shop, and put his car on neutral, and started rolling while I was in it. Only hambeasts