Nothing better than coming home to the weird, tense silence of the parental-units every single night and the annoyed "oh yeah, you" look from Bill he gave me yesterday or the flat out ignoring bit he did today.
Right back atcha loser.
Or that awful genuine surprise that I've returned to their house (as I do at the same time every day). Didn't I stop existing as soon as I left for work?
Ugh, indeed.
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