Every month on the first weekend, unless my dad is running really behind, we go to Florida to go to Target and Kohls so he can pay his bills. Last month, actually on Father's Day, the Kohl's we usually go to closed.
My dad hates paying his bills online, if I might add.
So there's another Kohl's, but it's deep within the city, and my dad drives slow. Not like crippling slow, but my mom drove an ambulance for a couple of years, and she can do big city traffic and much faster than him. So it's about forty minutes (his pace) of "I hate driving here, I hate coming in the city," not to mention lots of swearing.
I don't like yelling, and I don't like riding in the city either because it's hard for me for know when a car is going to stop so some cars coming from the side scares me.
But my sister and I see the high points for us. One, we rarely go into the city, maybe three times a year if lucky. Once you get past Target, there's BAM, Hobby Lobby, AND that Kohl's is near a mall and Toys R Us. Plus, we always get Steak n Shake.
And the yelling and swearing stop once we get to where we're going. He's more like a kid than WE are in TRU. But the trip there and back...