My Dad annoys me- but not just gets to me but really really annoys me. I went away for the weekend and I come in and he thrusts the phone at me to set up the modem with the internet guys. Than today, I ring up to ask him to take some chicken mince out of the freezer. I struggles, moans, whinges so I say, don't worry- I'll do it when I get home. He asks when will I be home? I tell him 'like I told you a minute ago (quite literally) about 4 o'clock. He than huffs and puffs and hangs up on me. I quite possibly hate him. He is a self centered arshole and I'm not sure I'll ever want to speak to him again once I move out.