My Parents, The Assholes Parts Deux

So I tried to get the title trasnferred this morning on the Buick to my name, but my aunt had checked some box about the odometer that she wasn't supposed to check, so I wasted an hour of my time, gas, etc. So I call my parents to tell them I'm mailing them some green form that she has to sign for me to get the title, and they're like "Can't you just run it out here?" Keep in mind, we're talking almost an hour and a half and lots of gas round trip. I said No, I don't have time, I'm next out there Tuesday. I'll mail it this morning, they'd get it Monday. They said No, we'll go get a form ourselves in Madison County. I said fine, I'll pick it up Tuesday when I'm out there for work. That wasn't acceptable. They wanted me to drive out Monday, never mind by the time I had time to drive out and get back the title office would be closed anyway, and my working 7am-midnight on Tuesday would not allow me to file it until at least Wednesday evening anyway. So my dad chews me out for not having time. They have no idea what my schedule is like. I've tried to show them before and they wouldn't listen. Those fucking bastards. This is why I get so frustrated at them. They don't listen, they think I'm lazy and have tons of free time even though that's far from the truth, and they're just closed minded idiots.

Qop! (my sanity today)
"I wish I could fly, From this building, From this wall. And if I should try, Would you catch me if I fall?... I look in the boardroom; a modern pharaoh's tomb, I'd gladly swap places, if they care to dive. They're lined up at the window, peer down into limbo, They're frightened of jumping, in case they survive." ~ Barenaked Ladies, When I Fall (from their album "Born on a Pirate Ship")