I'm used to driving myself
around and being an independent woman. But sometimes circumstances
dictate that I have to be chauffeured. And to avoid thinking about my
impending doom as a my-citi bus passes an eyelash away from my face and
the passenger window I (attempt to) bite my tongue and appreciate the
service my father so willingly provides. (I swear that was not meant to
sound at all sarcastic.) That too. There are some pros though...
1) He is not a woman-driver.
"Why haven't you taken off your pajamas? Is it casual day at work?"
Even if it means obstructing everyone else. Committing 3 traffic violations to get to the TomTom voice of "You have arrived at your destination."
5) If he can't be your knight, he'll send in the Cavalry...
Whether it's 3am or 8pm, he is always on call, or he'll make a call to reinforcements who know to bring chocolate...
So I guess... thanks, dad :) is it 4.47pm yet?
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