My Father (by The Bwaz)

I call Dad to ask him if there’s anything he would like from the store because I’m going there anyways and I’m trying to be nice. He’s had a rough day with the Metabolol nightmare and everything. (sarcasm) He complains for 10 minute more minutes of Metabolol’s lack of morals and how the company must be run by a bunch of Republicans. Why did I even call and ask?