So he wanted to drive --by himself--to the dr's office to sign a HIPPA permission form, and then go to the mall to apply for a bunch of jobs that his ex girlfriend listed for him. I had him drop me off at husband's office so I could get a chiro adjustment, and then pick me up because his dr's office is right across the street. Perfect. Until we drove to the mall ... together. "I am NOT going!" he yells, as he drives to the mall. (Um, if you're not going, why are you headed there? I mean, if I were in the driver's seat, I could kidnap him I suppose, but it was very funny that he continued to argue while he headed in that direction.) "Ohhhh, no. I am NOT getting out of the car. You are not dropping me off here. I am going to do it by myself." Deep breath. "When you test clean you can have the car for more than just across the street." He parked. His ex girlfriend is in the back seat, typing away on her phone. "I'll go to Macy's," I said. "Give me the keys." He handed them to me. I turned off the car and got out. It was 90 degrees. Lol. I mean, that's a trick I could have played when he was 5 and he still falls for it. So, about 7 min later, I see them strolling through Macy's. (OMG, I love those little perfume sample displays. Just cheap enough to be dangerous!) He came up and argued that he was NOT going to look for any jobs. I walked away, into the mall. Went into a bunch of shops and asked if they were hiring. (Funny, the list got left at home, and neither the ex girlfriend nor he could remember a single place on the list. Duh.) "Do you give out applications in person, or online?" was my only question. Two said, "We are DEFINITELY hiring right NOW." difficult child kept pace with me most of the time and it made me very angry--this was not in my plans for the day--but it was kind of funny, too. He ended up going into most places partly because his girlfriend likes to shop and she was also following me. lol. And he did talk to a cpl of employees. "I'll go back to Macy's and leave you alone," I said. "You can see how quickly this works ... just zoom in and zoom out. No one has to know that it's MY CAR in the pkng lot. Cut it out with the attitude!" So I went back to Macy's and found my former supervisor and we talked for a long time. Sure enough, difficult child got bored and disappeared ... came back with-an application for Gymboree. Filled it out on the spot after asking me for friend's ph #'s for references and turned it in. (Gymboree? A discount for the baby? Hmm.) The supervisor and I just laughed because we knew if we talked long enough, he'd get bored and do his own thing. She told me horror stories about her son, now 24 yrs old, married, and former Navy. She is so proud of him. But the day yrs ago, when she was driving down a main road and spotted him going in the opposite direction in the back of a police car, was kind of the beginning of the end. ROFL! I can just imagine her double-take. She is so supportive and funny. The best therapy I've had in a long time. (I wish I could still put up the Christmas displays but my hamstring tear is a permanent injury. No more ladders for me. ) So difficult child came home with-me and applied for two more jobs online. (The ones that really needed help.) I haven't played freeze-out like this in yrs. Glad I still have it in me. Perfume helps.