So my lovely daughter brought over a couple of friends to the house today. For Kim and I to meet. Guy friends. One of which has a (gulp)....driver's license. Ya know, the sort of thing that could possibly result in my daughter going places....in a car....with another teenager.
Jim Morrison said it best:
"Strange Days"
So the little bastard---whoops---I mean, ahem...the young gentleman comes over and we're introduced. As ususal, I was the picture of politeness and decorum.
"You the driver?"
"Uh....yes."
"You planning on any crazy teenage stuff while my daughter's in your car?"
"Uh...nope."
"Good...because I'm giving you my daughter in one piece....she better come back the same way."
"Uh...yes sir."
I love those short and sweet conversations.
So she went out in someone else's car....and her mom and I went out to dinner...and she made it home okay.
Didn't think about her once.
More like....202 times. But that might be a low figure.
Later,
Jeff
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Curious... what tone/style did you use? Nature Boy Ric Flair... or did you sound like Terry Funk... or since you're in Florida, did you sound like Dusty Rhodes or Kevin Sullivan?
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