The Case of the Brown Crappy Suitcase

Okay, so my mom has really upset me again. If you don't know already, my mom is very good at this. Today as I cooked my dinner my mom called and inquired after an old 1 foot by 1 1/2 foot suitcase that they had let me have. You see the last time I needed a suitcase was for my sister's wedding. The brown suitcase was the one on reserve for me to use while everyone else got to use the nice decent sized suitcases. So here I am with my crappy suitcase and she calls saying she needs it back. Apparently my sister is going on a day trip and needs the crappy brown suitcase and it's the only one that will serve the purpose. Not the other thousand bags that my mom has, that are nicer and newer than the crappy brown suitcase. No, they're not right for the job. She needs the old, worn suitcase. I proceed to tell her that I'm cooking my dinner and she says, no problem. Finish cooking and doing that and then come bring it to the house. Karem needs it tonight, so yeah bring it over. ARRRRGGGHHH. I was so upset. I couldn't believe she was expecting me to drive back to the house to deliver this suitcase. Why wasn't my sister or her coming over to come pick it up. They are the ones that needed it. Can you imagine if I needed something from the house and I called her to tell her she needed to bring it to my apartment. OF COURSE NOT. In any normal society the person who needs something usually will go pick it up. Not expect someone to bring it to them. Well, my family is not normal society. Help me, I'm living in the twilight zone!!!!