In which Sly does not have to stay at the hospital but I still suspect he will find a way to ruin our vacation

Primo: It's not the same for you. When your dad had cancer, your mom could take care of him.

Me: I know. But if my mom were sick now, and my brother and sister and I had to take care of her, you can be darn sure that if my brother had a trip he'd been planning for a year that either Jenny or I would say, "You go on your trip. I'll stay with mom these two weeks."

Primo: That's because people in your family are concerned about being a burden on others.

Me: And because my siblings are not jerks.

Primo: They are not admitting my dad to the hospital. The CT scan and the bloodwork came back OK.

Me: So what was wrong?

Primo: He was just dehydrated.

[Again with the committed socialist consuming medical resources even though he is past his time of being useful. Sly believes he should always on the receiving end, not the giving. How much did that little escapade cost?]

Me: Dehydrated?

Primo: It's kind of my fault. He doesn't like the tap water at the rehab center and I forgot to bring his water bottle from home.

Me: Your fault? That he's not drinking enough water?

Primo: I guess not really. But they are supposed to be giving him bottled water in the rehab center.

Me: Uh huh.

Primo: But they are not as attentive as they are in the hospital.

Me: Uh huh.

Primo: So he is not drinking enough.

Me: Because he does not like the water.

Primo: Yes. And he's not used to drinking water at home. When he's at home, most of his water comes from the ice cubes in his bourbon.