“Spent the day stuck in traffic, huh? I’m sorry”. “Not at all” she said, “Dad drove so fast we beat that accident and were out of the city before it happened. We saw it on the way back. We had a great time, we were there in an hour, and then had lunch. Dad was doing 135 on the way back. I’d forgotten how much he loves driving, and how much I like driving with him. He told me “You know, it’s great to have this big powerful car, but it’s too bad I got it now at the end of my life. I’m sure going to get my fun out of it while I can!”. I hope he passes his next exam”.
Careful flyboy, bandits at twelve o’clock high!