Me: "Dad. It's Sunday. The shops don't open until 12 noon."
Me: "It's Sunday. I can't get you your fags until noon."
Dad: "You're rubbish you are. You know they're the only thing that make my life bearable, and you can't be bothered to get me some now?!"
Me: ::sigh:: "I'll see you later, Dad."
Dad: "Don't you do me any favours!" ::slams phone down on me::
Then when I get there, I notice the cat hasn't been fed probably all weekend, her litterbox hasn't been changed in a week, and Dad won't be interested in any small-talk until he's had at least two cigarettes one after the other.
Oh well. Better go get him his blasted smokes. Toodlepip.