telephone conversations, aka my father is a jerk

Conversation between me and my dad on the phone about 3 o clock:
Me: Hey dad you should take me to get Beatles rock band.
Dad: Like today?
Me: haha yes today, like right now maybe
Dad: well I'm at Sandy's watching a movie
Me: you said you'd take me, so when can you take me?
Dad: in a few hours
Me: what.
Dad: and my truck is at home anyway, so your mom better take you to get it
Me: FUCK. WHATEVER. -hang up and stomp inside to bitch about it on blog-
AND THEN like a few minutes ago, here's a conversation with mom:
Mom: hey where are you?
Me: HOME grr
Mom: I've got the money for you when you go and get it, so
Me: he's not taking me. Well in a few hours apparently
Mom: what?
Me: yeah he's at his girlfriends watching a movie, and he can't come pick me up cos his truck is at home.
Mom: let me check. (her work is right across the street from dad's house, it used to be our house, anyway) Alyssa his truck is not there, but I think that's his girlfriend's truck.
Me: what
Mom: yeah I'm not sure why he told you that but I don't see his truck here
Me: -close to tears-
Yeah so apparently he's not only a jerk but a liar. Mom's gonna take me after she gets off work, at 5:30. And she just called to tell me to totally call him out on his lie, I guess I'll have to, he's just a dick most of the time.

On another note, I really like the Magical Mystery Tour album.