Another story which pops into mind is my dad's side of the family. Whenever there was a get together, birthday etc, we would do the 75 min journey to their house to celebrate. His brother and sister only live 15 mins away from each other, and we are the only ones who live far away. It was always my dad's job to pick up nan from her house, drop someone else off home because they had been drinking, making the 75 min journey home sometimes close to two hours after all his taxi rides around.
The worst part is that whenever he would come to their house they always needed help with something - putting up curtains, fixing a table, hanging a photo. My dad being a sweet person is always happy to help, but mum clocked very quickly that every time we went over there were at least 2 jobs for him to so. Sometimes the jobs were so time consuming, he would be missing the party! Then drive everyone else home and go home!
Mum said you have another brother, and two grown up nephews, why do they only ask you?!
So one day he said no, and they were so shocked by it, they never asked him again!