A few years ago we used to live in the south of Brittany, in a nice little town. We all very much enjoyed living there, and after much negociation, my mother and i managed to convince my father to spend a weekend there.
That is, until today, the day before.
The reason why is the traffic jam, it's a big weekend, and there's the 14th of july coming. Well, we could leave home early, i thought. But no, my father decided it was best to cancel.
Of course, i am disappointed. Who wouldn't be ? I don't have any vacation this year, so i enjoy this kind of outing. I also had to ask for my monday off at work, which is hard as we're already short staffed with the sick and on holiday colleagues. Only to learn we would have come home on sunday night because my parents wanted to go to the events of the 14th set this monday.
But what leaves a bitter taste is it's always the same with my parents, they promise something, it seems to be written in stone, i get my hopes high, then they back off and i am left disappointed. And then comes the compensation part.
First reaction, i don't understand and i make child tantrums. Which is wrong, i totally understand, please leave the back up plan to the professional second guesser of this family. But they always have an excuse not to keep their promises and i'm sick of it.
Then my father decides to compensate by restaurant because money isn't a problem bla bla bla. Well, no, you can't. Can you replace the salty air, the icecream at the feet of the castle, the local biscuits we're fond of, the fine restaurant that only exists there ? No. And that's just too easy.
So my father wants to make up for it, he'll buy me a restaurant i like, even in Paris. How funny, he never sets foot there because the metro ticket is too expensive for him, japanese is yucky and indian messes up with his stomach so it wouldn't even be a totally free choice of my part. Is it because i mentioned Maxim's yesterday ?
I have a couple of "stars but affordable" restaurants in Paris wrote in my to do list, but not like this, not to compensate a 25 year old child's tantrum.
I already know what follows : he'll come up with a compensation plan of his own, tell me it's either come with them or not, i decide but they're going anyway, and in the end i'll bear the blame.
Last thing my mother proposed : let's do this in september ! Right after my exams, on 4 days. Which means i'll have to negotiate at least another day off work during the most active period of the restaurant. Yet i'm the dreamer of the family.
