I TOLD YOU SO

The other day I needed my son to help me pick up a bike. When he came home from work I asked him to go with me because it wouldn't fit in the back of my car. I really needed to use his truck.
After arguing with him for about four or five minutes about why he couldn't go with me, he finally said, "Oh, just take my truck. You can load the bike in it yourself, can't you?"
Of course I can, I thought to myself, I'm not helpless. While driving out of the driveway I was thinking angry thoughts about why he should have come with me. After all I've given him the best years of my life. And I thought of all the sacrifices I have made for him.
I was out on the highway trying to get the truck in some gear, and I realized his truck has no cruise control, no air conditioning, and no muffler.
I made it to my girlfriend's house, only a few miles away, and we loaded the bike in the back of his truck.
Come on in, she smiled, and have a diet Coke.
"I'd love to but he has to be at work by 4 and I promised him I would be right back."
Even though it's only about a 10 minute drive, I dutifully went back outside, climbed into his truck ready to go home.
I put the key in the ignition and tried to start it. It wanted to start, but I remembered hearing him talk about the starter causing some problems.
I knew he would be sort of upset, but I called him anyway.
"Hi, I can't get your truck started, do you think you could have your sister bring you over here?"
Well, let me tell you, he was more than a little upset. "I can't believe this Mom, I'm going to be late for work and it's all your fault."
Of course it's my fault. I'm the Mother.
"Look, sweetheart, I do believe I asked you several times to bring me, it's not like I stole your truck in the middle of the night."
"Okay, just push it and I know it will start."
"What!? How am I supposed to push it?"
There was a long silence on his end of the phone.
"Mom, just get in the truck and have Ellie push it with her hands. That's how I get it started all the time."
By now I'm starting to get really upset with him.
"Look, maybe you haven't notice, but neither of us is 16 anymore. And besides I have a bike I can just ride home and leave your truck here and you can figure out how to get it home."
And when my son got there, he made his sister push his truck while he was steering. He shouted "get it up to 30 mph and we'll be in business". With that he popped the clutch and drove home.