flat tire
dad: hey bethy, you wanna fix my flat tire?
me: do i want to WHAT??
dad: my flat tire. why don't you go fix my flat tire.
me: uh... i hope you mean someone stepped on the back of your sneaker, because that is the only kind of flat tire i know how to fix.
dad: ugh, ok. i guess i'll have to fix it myself!
me: do i want to WHAT??
dad: my flat tire. why don't you go fix my flat tire.
me: uh... i hope you mean someone stepped on the back of your sneaker, because that is the only kind of flat tire i know how to fix.
dad: ugh, ok. i guess i'll have to fix it myself!