Quite literally today my father rings and says that the vets have texted him a reminder that it's time to order and collect his dogs worm/flea tablets. He says he will order them and then I can go and collect them "at my convenience".
I work 9-6 Mon-Fri which is coincidentally exactly the same opening hours as the vets.
"At my convenience" means will I sneak out of work, get in my car, and do a 30 minute round trip to go and collect the tablets.
He doesn't drive anymore as is sight impaired.
My response to this was to tell him that XXX the receptionist who he knows well has offered to pop them through the letterbox whenever he orders them because she visits her parent who lives 2 doors down my dad weekly, and parks outside his house as her parents have their car parked outside theirs.
His response?
"Seems a bit cheeky to ask her..."
I get stuff like this weekly, can you just nip to the supermarket and get me some bacon?
Can you just nip, can you just nip?
When I say "No, I'm at work" he says "Well just tell them you're going to the supermarket to get something for your dad..."
I'm a 45 year old professional.
He's 77, good physical health, lives approximately 200 metres from the supermarket, and is perfectly capable of walking there and going in because although he cant drive anymore due to glaucoma, he can still see well enough to walk on a flat street, and in fact goes for a walk and a coffee with his pals every day.
Drives me up the F'ING WALL.