Wolves Riding Bears.

I needed some pockets for my folder, I phone my mum to ask if she can pick up some whilst out, she says "Ask Dad".
So, I ask Dad.
He gives me this overly long inquisition about why I need them, how soon do I need them and can't I make do, etc, etc.
Really kind of trying to avoid being a Dad, bless him, it must be so stressful being such a committing father, and then your son asks a small favour to help with his college work.
How does he manage it?
And then he just gets all moody, so, I go 'Oh, forget it, i'll get some myself" in a manor of 'This is pointless' rationally.
And he gets all stroppy, like a fucking child and is like intensifying everything I asked, in repeat form in a kind of you're in the wrong, sarcastic fashion.
And he's just basically pretending he said he would go and get me some to prove a point that he can't deal with his own fucking social situations with other people.
He's clearly not a people person.
And apparently going 'Do you need them right this minute?'
and me going 'Well, yeah'
Is a subtle agreement that he will go and get them.
Ridiculous.
And that didn't even happen.
He just quoted it at me.

And he's the father...