I am never leaving home without my shoes again :0{
Yesterday my dad went to pick up my car from the mechanic. He drives it home and asks me if I want to go with him to get gas. Not thinking this would be a long trip, I did not put my shoes on. Big mistake! We are at the gas station:
Me: What is that smell?
Dad: I think it is just the gas station.
As manda would say, those were his famous last words. We are driving home and my dad does not turn down the street to go home. (Occasionally I have to remind him which street we live on) He said he wanted to see how the car runs. We drove down Madison Avenue and my dad starts to get on the interstate.
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Dad: Well, how am I going to know if it runs good if I do not drive it on the interstate?
Me: What if it does not?
Dad: Fine
My dad goes down 14th street and over by the park. Our power steering was out in the car and my dad assured me it was fixed.
Dad: Oh, shit!
Me: Told you it was not fixed.
He let go of the wheel for one second and the car flew to the right and hit the curb. I told him it was not fixed.
Me: I am just waiting for the fish smell to come back.
Dad: If it does I will tell him (the mechanic) to shove it up his CENSORED!
Me: Sure, you will. *Rolls eyes*
We drove up 5th street hill and turned around where they are building new houses.
Me: It is BACK!
Dad: What is?
A few seconds later:
Dad: Damnit!
Me: Your an idiot. I told you this car was not fixed.
Me: Maybe you should see where it is coming from.
Dad: What do you want me to do about it?
So, we headed for home. Except the smell was bad, I mean it was disgusting.
Me: It is hot in here.
Dad: Looks at air conditioner.
Me: umm... there is not an air-conditioner.
Dad: Are you sure.
Me: YES!
*Shakes head* that should have clued me in that something bad was going to happen with him behind the wheel.
Me: Dad it is really hot right here. *Points to dash bored*
Dad: what do you want me to do about it?
Me: *rolls down window*
Me: *falls over from the smell*
I push the vents down because the smell was making me sick and I look down and smoke is coming out of them.
Me: Dad I think the car is on fire.
Dad: Why did I fixed this jlkjlksdjflskjdf
Me: dad the car is on FIRE!
We finally were in front of Holiday Pools at a red light.
Me: I want out!
Dad: What?
Me I am getting out I will walk home.
Me: The car is making me sick and it is on fire.
Dad: I do not see any smoke.
Yes, he actually said this.
Car: Poof!
Me: Told you so. (I might be 18, but it does not mean I have to act like it)
So my dad drove to foodland were I flew out of the car and started gagging form all the fumes and smoke.
Dad: It is coming from my brakes.
Me: You mean we just drove down 5th street hill without BRAKES!
Me: You are an IDIOT!
Dad: lets go
Me: mawhahahahah
Me: No, I am not getting back in that car.
Dad: Fine then I will come back for you in the car.
Me: You do that.
I was stranded in Foodland's Parking lot with no shoes on. For the 15 minutes it took him to pick me up, I felt like a lost child.
My dad picks me up and we go home. We pull up to the driveway and my uncle is standing there with a fire extinguisher.
Me: Why does Jack have a fir extinguisher?
Mom: I was on the phone with Tracy (my aunt) and your dad comes flying threw the door yelling; "the car is on fire".
Mom: I dropped the phone because I could not find you and thought you were in the car. Tracy panicked and the next thing I know Jack comes racing down the street with a fire extinguisher.
Me: LMAO
That was my day. Now I do not have a car and I am down $750, which my dad is going to pay me back because I did not want to fix that car. It is a Ford!
Me: What is that smell?
Dad: I think it is just the gas station.
As manda would say, those were his famous last words. We are driving home and my dad does not turn down the street to go home. (Occasionally I have to remind him which street we live on) He said he wanted to see how the car runs. We drove down Madison Avenue and my dad starts to get on the interstate.
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Dad: Well, how am I going to know if it runs good if I do not drive it on the interstate?
Me: What if it does not?
Dad: Fine
My dad goes down 14th street and over by the park. Our power steering was out in the car and my dad assured me it was fixed.
Dad: Oh, shit!
Me: Told you it was not fixed.
He let go of the wheel for one second and the car flew to the right and hit the curb. I told him it was not fixed.
Me: I am just waiting for the fish smell to come back.
Dad: If it does I will tell him (the mechanic) to shove it up his CENSORED!
Me: Sure, you will. *Rolls eyes*
We drove up 5th street hill and turned around where they are building new houses.
Me: It is BACK!
Dad: What is?
A few seconds later:
Dad: Damnit!
Me: Your an idiot. I told you this car was not fixed.
Me: Maybe you should see where it is coming from.
Dad: What do you want me to do about it?
So, we headed for home. Except the smell was bad, I mean it was disgusting.
Me: It is hot in here.
Dad: Looks at air conditioner.
Me: umm... there is not an air-conditioner.
Dad: Are you sure.
Me: YES!
*Shakes head* that should have clued me in that something bad was going to happen with him behind the wheel.
Me: Dad it is really hot right here. *Points to dash bored*
Dad: what do you want me to do about it?
Me: *rolls down window*
Me: *falls over from the smell*
I push the vents down because the smell was making me sick and I look down and smoke is coming out of them.
Me: Dad I think the car is on fire.
Dad: Why did I fixed this jlkjlksdjflskjdf
Me: dad the car is on FIRE!
We finally were in front of Holiday Pools at a red light.
Me: I want out!
Dad: What?
Me I am getting out I will walk home.
Me: The car is making me sick and it is on fire.
Dad: I do not see any smoke.
Yes, he actually said this.
Car: Poof!
Me: Told you so. (I might be 18, but it does not mean I have to act like it)
So my dad drove to foodland were I flew out of the car and started gagging form all the fumes and smoke.
Dad: It is coming from my brakes.
Me: You mean we just drove down 5th street hill without BRAKES!
Me: You are an IDIOT!
Dad: lets go
Me: mawhahahahah
Me: No, I am not getting back in that car.
Dad: Fine then I will come back for you in the car.
Me: You do that.
I was stranded in Foodland's Parking lot with no shoes on. For the 15 minutes it took him to pick me up, I felt like a lost child.
My dad picks me up and we go home. We pull up to the driveway and my uncle is standing there with a fire extinguisher.
Me: Why does Jack have a fir extinguisher?
Mom: I was on the phone with Tracy (my aunt) and your dad comes flying threw the door yelling; "the car is on fire".
Mom: I dropped the phone because I could not find you and thought you were in the car. Tracy panicked and the next thing I know Jack comes racing down the street with a fire extinguisher.
Me: LMAO
That was my day. Now I do not have a car and I am down $750, which my dad is going to pay me back because I did not want to fix that car. It is a Ford!