my wife was being a real pill this morning.
I was going to drive her to her friend's party (an all female thing involving a broadway show) and I told her that not only is there going to be some street festival on the way to the Williamsburg Bridge, but the time she wanted to drive me the bridge itself is going to be congested.
I suggested that we'd have to take the Mid Town tunnel, and then she started complaining about the $6.50 toll... I was like its only a $4.00 difference for me to fucking chauffeur you all the way to the door step of your friend's party instead of taking the subway and you're complaining about a toll? The wife is weird because she can cheap about the weirdest fucking things like Tolls, but then turn around and spend 10 figures on her 12y/o nephew for a fucking grand piano.
So I tell her we have to leave with an hour to spare to account for the traffic, and she say's "lets eat some breakfast together first".... I say, OK, but lets just take the tunnel to save time... after breakfast we're driving there and she wants to try Williamsburg Bridge and before you know it we're stuck driving around the street festival, then we get to the fucking bridge and its grid locked traffic.
The second she says "I guess we should've taken the tunnel" I swing back around and drop her off at the nearest L train stop and she has no choice to take the fucking subway to her friends party. I wasn't being an asshole because there was no time otherwise.
Then she calls me when she arrives (luckily the trains going there were fast) early and she's acting like nothing happened over the phone, while I'm in the car actually still driving back to the house.