it's not right, not ok

the commotion of a story that just happened:

we were at our cousins' house (the cousins we are with all the time and the ones who are mentioned a few times on this very blog, lets call them K and A) and it was getting time to go. my cousin had a fight with her brother over the weekend and he is not one to get over things fast, or let you get over them. this wouldnt be such a problem except for the fact that he's usually the one that takes us home at the end of the night. so today their dad was supposed to take us home. it was agreed upon and everything. but he decided to sleep early and didnt let K or A know so that we wouldnt have to leave early. so when K calls to say 'okay where are you', he says 'i gave the key to your brother.' she was annoyed but whatever what's done is done. so we get in the car and she doesnt want to sit in front (her usual seat) because she's so beyond annoyed with him that sitting that close might lead to the start of a world war. my sister sits in the front instead. it's a silent ride to our house, with a quick stop at the gas station store thing. we get to our house, close the gate behind us, and hear a car speed off only to screech to a halt not too far away. we are halfway up the stairs to our house when my sister notices that the car is stopped and K is getting out and walking back towards our house. we run downstairs and open the gate just as she reaches it.

apparently he said either she rides in front or he leaves her here - he was not going to look like a driver. he threw the key at her and stalked off, telling her to decide. so she came back to our house to call her dad to pick her up (she had left her cell at home). of course, that means the dad would have to take a taxi to our house because the brother used his car. the dad was annoyed cause the brother had already told his distorted side of the story. a couple of phone calls later, K decides to give the brother the key (which she still had) and take a taxi home. so she goes back down and we head into our rooms. we of course each go to our windows to see what happens, and see K waving at us to come down. my sister runs down again to let her in. it turns out, her brother hadn't left to let her decide. he had just left her.

that is wrong for several reasons. girls can't drive in saudi arabia, so she was basically stranded with a car, and not even right in front of our house. what if we hadnt seen her? also, you never ever ever not for any reason leave a girl alone on a street at night here. i dont care who she is or what just happened. you dont do it. we live in a pretty deserted area, but there are still cars that come by, some of them carrying guys that i would not like to be stranded on the street with.

end of story: the dad took a taxi and came to pick up his daughter and his car.

sure, K could have sucked it up and just sat in the front seat, maybe even should have, but sometimes you just cant. you are so mad at the person (which she has a right to be) that you cant bear to be next to them. and really, would it have killed him to just drive the five minutes it took to get home without anyone in the front seat? he's furious with her, too, so i cant believe that he would have wanted her next to him either. and no matter what, you do not say you are leaving for a minute and disappear, leaving your sister stranded on the street. you dont do it.

*Better That We Break - Maroon 5