I come to the intersection of Stoney Creek and King Georges just about the turn onto the Beverlly Hills strip. It's about 9pm at night and I've just driven my cousin home and picked up my dad from a P&T meeting. So we've come to the intersection and
he says: can you make the turn?
I says: yeah...i'll just figure it out.
he says: are you sure?
I says: well, i'll have to.
the lights turn green and i start to turn. Halfway through he lunges (yes, you heard what i said) over in an attempt to control the wheel. I freak out because i think i'm doing something wrong and he knocks the gear into Neutral. I freak out even more because the car has stopped.
I says: yeah...i'll just figure it out.
he says: are you sure?
I says: well, i'll have to.
the lights turn green and i start to turn. Halfway through he lunges (yes, you heard what i said) over in an attempt to control the wheel. I freak out because i think i'm doing something wrong and he knocks the gear into Neutral. I freak out even more because the car has stopped.
Another time I was turning into bankstown square and you have to go under a narrow traintrack bridge. You get under this bridge by going around a round-a-bout and yes, it is narrow but cars still FIT in it. Anyway so Im turning and
he says: can you make the turn?
I says: yes, its just a round-a-bout
he says: do you want to get out and let me do it?
i says: no dad, we're in the middle of a road here.
i know he means well...but for pete's sake!
3 comments:
Don't you live in New York? Bugger, the illusion's shattered!
Hey you already know my story. My Dad yells at me so much in the car, and its very expressive yelling too, with arms flailing. He's also knocked the car into neutral.
Twice.
I'm still black though...
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