Natasha has a Mexican brother who is living in the guest room. We're trying to find him a job, so I drive him and the whole 'family' (including Natasha and Alona) downtown. The streets are confusing down there, so I end up going around a block or two before hitting our destination.

The next stop is up Burnside on 21st. I'm going to take him there, but he decides to take the bus. I argue that it's much more convenient for me to take him, it's a straight shot up Burnside, and on the way. He says "yeah, well we'll probably end up on Morrison", as though I cannot be trusted for navigation.

I'm very insulted, apparently now walking on the sidewalk, and I yell at him loudly that I'm "shocked" and "offended". The other people waiting for the bus are all looking at me, so we walk away.

We get back in the car and I tell Natasha that he's got to go. He can't live in the guest room any more.