Story
My dad's licence might be taken away from him due to his speedy driving. So whenever I'm in a car with him my mother tells me not to let him drive fast. Thus the following dialogue.
Me (as my father goes around a sharp curve at 45 mph on sideroads): Eeeeeeeeeeee!!
Dad: My tires didnt sqeal, Jess, dont say things like that!...
Me: But youre not s'posed to go fast!
Dad: Well my tires didnt squeal around that turn, so therefore I'm not going fast. Well, lets see. Whats the speed limit around here....
Me: 35 mph, but around that turn it was 25.
Dad: 35 mph. (Looks at his spedometer.) Oh, well.
Me (as my father goes around a sharp curve at 45 mph on sideroads): Eeeeeeeeeeee!!
Dad: My tires didnt sqeal, Jess, dont say things like that!...
Me: But youre not s'posed to go fast!
Dad: Well my tires didnt squeal around that turn, so therefore I'm not going fast. Well, lets see. Whats the speed limit around here....
Me: 35 mph, but around that turn it was 25.
Dad: 35 mph. (Looks at his spedometer.) Oh, well.