Bob, 55, tired of family life

You're sitting in your favourite living chair, a comfy sofa chair that you won't let anyone in the house to sit in, with a coffee in one hand and your tablet in another, scrolling through the morning news section. Your wife is in the kitchen making pancakes for everyone, you can hear your twin daughter in her room chatting away on her phone to her bff about this and that. You took a sip and asked yourself, "is this really all my life has?". You chuckled as you remember your neighbour, Chuck, close to your age, bought a motorcycle as his mid life crisis. You can hear him zooming up and down the road as long as the weather is nice. You wished you can do something like that, you can't afford to do anything like that. Your wife doesn't work but your job pays well enough to support the family with some leftover. The leftovers which are going toward your son and daughter's education fund and your own pension plan.

You continue scroll though some boring news until an ad popped up. "Do you have good manners?" it says with a scale of 1 to 10. You try to close the add but couldn't find the "x" icon anywhere on the screen. "Whatever, what's the worse can happen", you tapped "10" on the screen with your thumb, since you been raised with **** great manner in your childhood. The tablet's screen darken, you waiting for a few seconds and curse to yourself "great what have I done" as you tapped the screen a few more times. The screen turn bright again, a wall of text showed up "Congratulation! Here's a little gift you deserve for having such a good manner, keep it up!". The screen brighten even more, to the point it was hurting your eyes and you flopped the tablet over in your lap.

"That's just odd", you flipped the tablet back up and your regular news website is on the screen. "What the hell was that?" you thought to yourself. Your train of thoughts was broken when your daughter came down the stairs, in a part of jeans short shorts and tank top.

"Hmm excuse me young lady? Where are you going like that?", you asked your daughter.

"Just out to the mall with friends dad", your daughter said while putting on her shoes.

"You haven't even ate yet and it's almost noon, your mom made pancakes", you commented.

"OMG dad I'm losing weight okay? I'll be fine", your daughter replied annoyingly.

"Please and thank you?", you asked like you normally would.

"Okay", your daughter said, took her shoes off and joined your wife at the table, shoving pancakes in her mouth.

You were a little shocked by it. On a good day, your son and daughter rarely listen to you. They're not bad kids, they do their chores and keep good grades at school. But other than that they just do their own thing, sleep whenever they want to and eat whenever they pleases.

"And go back upstairs and change into something with less skin", you asked your daughter.

"I don't want to!", your daughter said with pancakes in her mouth.

"Please and thank you?", you asked politely.

"Okay, I'll get change after I finish eating", you daughter said while serving herself another piece of pancake.

You were baffled, you had no words to describe how quick your teenage daughter, complying to your request. You gave your wife a blank look, she just laughed and went back in the kitchen.