The whole family was out for lunch. We decided to go to Church Street Social and by the time we were done, we were pretty tipsy. Dad was decently drunk, I know that because when he’s drunk, he talks a lot. Like, a lot!
So on the way back, there were loads of a-hole motorists who kept on coming in my way. Not the type to back down, me and my bro were taking turns flipping them off. I was driving, my bro was in the passenger’s seat while my parents were in the back.
After a while…
Dad: Why are you both pointing at the roof from time to time?
*Bro, Mom and Me gave my dad dirty looks*
Me: Really? Are you seriously asking me that?
Dad: Yeah, why are pointing to the roof? Are you signal something to those motorists?
Mom: Yes, they are pointing to the roof… Like calling the gods to save them!
Dad: Ah ok…
*After five mins*
Dad: Ah ok! Got it! You were flipping them off!!!
Me: You’d think???
Dad: No comments….