My brother-in-law borrowed my brand-new crossover, trashed it like a garbage bin, and refused to cover the detailing costs—then had the nerve to call me that night, yelling, “How dare you?”

said no. Jake is the one refusing to hear it.”

Jake sighed. “We’re family.”

“That doesn’t make my car yours.”

Timothy rubbed the back of his neck. “We borrowed each other’s stuff in college.”

“That was almost 20 years ago. You should’ve both grown up since then.”

“He just wants to arrive in something nice,” Timothy said.

“Then he can clean his own car.”