Cheetos
My mom wanted my dad to buy some Cheetos. My dad had me drive him to the store with my Cavalier. He likes to pester me when I'm driving, telling me to turn when I'm already turning, telling me I'm going too fast (when I'm driving the speed limit), or telling me I'm going too slow (when I'm driving the speed limit). He almost broke the passenger seat door while rolling down the window. The window almost fell off, but he he was able to shove it back into place.
My dad's method of parking is to almost crash into our front yard's fence. He's crashed into the fence several times before, which is evident when you see a portion of the fence bending backward. He doesn't understand that forcing me to park my car using his dangerous method is not a good way of teaching me how to park. I can't park my car the way I wanted to even when I try; he just grabs the wheel and tells me to back up and do it again. While I'd prefer driving forward and backing in slowly so I don't hit anything, my dad insists on having me get way too close to the fence and mailbox.
We gave the Cheetos to my mom, but she wasn't satisfied. She complained that they weren't the right kind, so she yelled at us and threw them away.
My dad's method of parking is to almost crash into our front yard's fence. He's crashed into the fence several times before, which is evident when you see a portion of the fence bending backward. He doesn't understand that forcing me to park my car using his dangerous method is not a good way of teaching me how to park. I can't park my car the way I wanted to even when I try; he just grabs the wheel and tells me to back up and do it again. While I'd prefer driving forward and backing in slowly so I don't hit anything, my dad insists on having me get way too close to the fence and mailbox.
We gave the Cheetos to my mom, but she wasn't satisfied. She complained that they weren't the right kind, so she yelled at us and threw them away.