My FIL and his wife are Vacation Dictators.
Many times when DH and I have got to FIL's house, Step-MIL would have the WHOLE weekend planned out. Which would be okay, but often it was for events that we weren't real hip on. Especially when it included driving more than an hour away for something. DH and I would have already travelled about 3 hours to get to FIL's house. Then we would get into their car and drive for 2 hours to get to event.
There was the trip to a religious destination. Unfortunately, we had been there once before with them years before and it gave DH the willies. So when Step-MIL announced on our arrivial that the next day we would be going the three-hour trip to the RD, we told her no thank you. They had taken us there before and we didn't want to go again. So the next day we ended up driving the entire day trying to find the spots in these rural towns that were in some book of hers. No lunch either. Added bonus, was that I get car sick when I have to ride in the backseat. Step-MIL was annoyed that I wasn't chatting.
(Added bonus - for several years when we visited, they would have a normal size breakfast at about 8AM and then not make plans to eat until suppertime 6PM. Me almost passing out because I had eaten lightly at breakfast, got that to stop.)
There was the year that we were able to get over to FIL's for DH's birthday and as a treat FIL and his wife had planned out where they were taking us. Hooter's. Really? First off, we were trying to get into eating healthier (they knew this). Second, this was the wife's idea. Third, the waitress found out that DH was older than her dad. Oh and then took us to go to the movies and decided that even though we wanted to see one movie, they had already seen it so we HAD to go to see this Mel Gibson movie. For some reason, StepMIL didn't realize what it was about but ignored our protests. Then afterwards she complained about how dark and violent it was. ESH! If the title didn't give that away Edge of Darkness
The worst however was last year. DH had convinced me to make a stop at FIL on our way to our vacation to Colorado. We get to the house and before we can even put down our overnight bags - seriously, we had just taken 5 steps into the house - Step-MIL asks what our game plan is. Huh? There were terrible fires in Colorado and the town that we would be staying in had just been evacuated. Apparently, we were suppose to change plans within the nano-second of her announcement. So FIL starts bringing out different books about travel that he has and then they bring out this folder of stuff that they have done in Branson, MO. And telling us how much we could save doing package deals and what shows would be the best. They knew all the good shows and deals since they go there every couple of years.
Here's the deal. I am not interested in Branson, MO. Not now, not ever. It is fine for folks who like that sort of thing, but it isn't my gig. DH is not interested in it either. Yet within 10 minutes of hanging up the phone with the CO folks to cancel, Branson was mentioned THREE times. Seriously, I timed it. By the fourth time, I stopped polietly saying no and bean dipping and told Step-MIL that I was NOT interested in Branson. She acted like I had just said that I kicked kittens and informed me that they enjoyed the shows
. It was only through great training of my childhood that I didn't say "bully for you".
Was that the kind of Dictators folks were thinking of?