Thunderstorm.
Dad uses PC during thunderstorm.
“It’s okay, I’ve got a surge protector!”
Surge protector doesn’t cover the phone line.
Modem fries.
Dad demands I let him use my PC.
“That program you use is dial-up only, Dad. I don’t have a dial-up PC anymore.”
“Oh.” *grumbles and yells*
“Fine, Dad.” *replaces fried modem with own*
“Why won’t this work? Make this work!”
“I don’t use that program, dad, how would I know how to make it work?”
“MAKE IT WORK DAMNIT!” *random yelling*
“FINE.” *makes it work through random settings*
“BITCH.”
Nice to know my skills aren’t appreciated by my own parents.