My dad dropped my younger brother off on the side of a country road once. He turned around at the next crossroad to come back for him, which took a total of under 5 minutes.

I don’t know what to do. This is why I never vote for county coroner. What if I elect a necrophiliac? better just to leave it blank. I can’t live with that on my soul.

No. Go back and read my comment, because you clearly did not understand what I was saying.

“When you suddenly cancel on friends, you are doing them a favor. You are in effect giving them a snow day, even if they didn’t realize they wanted one.”

ETA: holy shit, the teenage psyche is just so complicated and crazy and I don’t know how any of us made it out and became semi-functioning sort-of adults.