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So...I love my dad and all, but he's a nut.
He really is. I mean, honestly.
Right. So we're driving home, on Steubner, and he's driving.......fifteen below. Not fifteen degrees, but fifteen miles per hour.
On Steubner? Am I kidding you?
Nope.
The speed limit is 45, and we're going....30. Even better, he's tailgating the guy in front of him - except the guy turned out to be a lady. Who was on her phone. And was just cruising around on a 45 mile per hour road, going 30 miles an hour.
Good God, save me!
He really is. I mean, honestly.
Right. So we're driving home, on Steubner, and he's driving.......fifteen below. Not fifteen degrees, but fifteen miles per hour.
On Steubner? Am I kidding you?
Nope.
The speed limit is 45, and we're going....30. Even better, he's tailgating the guy in front of him - except the guy turned out to be a lady. Who was on her phone. And was just cruising around on a 45 mile per hour road, going 30 miles an hour.
Good God, save me!