So it turns out there was a communication breakdown. Wayward son needs a ride to court appointed appointments, mother can't stand the weather and her little helpers won't be of any help. We worked it out with a combination of me being a little bit late for work but nothing anybody dare bitch about and him riding a bicycle the last mile. I'm a logistics guy and in the end all will work out without any party involved having a beef worth spending time on, as long as I wake up when I'm supposed to.