I should have known better
I guess I stepped into the subject, but it was sort of like a land mine buried underneath something. I was riding around with my parents as they were looking for houses for sale (by the way, I saw them slowly drive by the townhouse across the street to get the phone number off the sign). We're hungry and Dad asks, "where can I get a steak sandwich?" I reply Braum's because it's the only place in our town, but then jokingly add "Steak & Shake."
Evidently, he associates Steak & Shake with Springfield, MO. I guess we have stopped there twice. Once on the way to Branson, but the first time I stopped there was on the way to CHICAGO. Dumb me for not putting that together, but I promise you there are Steak & Shakes in other places in the US. I believe that we have eaten at one in Memphis before.
So, here goes the conversation after I say S&S.
Dad: You are going to Branson, aren't you?
Me: No, I'm not.
Dad: Yes, you are.
Me: Actually, no, I'm not.
Dad: Sure you are.
Me: No, I am not going.
Dad: Well, I'm going to plan for you to go.
Me: Well, plans sometimes have to be changed, and your are going to have to because I'm not going.
Dad: Yeah you will. By the time we go, you will.
Me: *Sigh* no...
He's worse than Sam I Am in Green Eggs and Ham. However, this story shall end differently. I have tried green eggs and ham, and I got food poisoning last time. If they are so great, he can keep them to himself.
I assure you I'm being as mature as one can be in a conversation such as this. Mom didn't include me in the count when she made reservations for the condo, she said. I told her this was going to be a long 6 months leading up to the trip if he keeps it up.
Not that I'm going into the reasons why, but I do have 5 main reasons with additional supporting points as to why I will not be a part of this trip.
By the way, I have yet to read (and I'm sure there is a reason why), nor do I plan to ever read a book set in Branson.