When I was younger, I had my Boomer in-laws decide that I would drive because I had drunk the least—I had drunk plenty. And this just seemed like something normal and I’d just nonchalantly say, “Oh, that makes sense. That’s smart.”

They were upset that I wouldn’t, insisted they would, and got more upset that I ordered a cab.

Fortunately, after they realised they’d lost, they sided with the idea being really stupid and irresponsible, but I think that’s just because they got morally caught out by a 22-year old.