Ever since they tore up a nearby road in preparation for repaving, my dad's become an over-zealous navigator; even on undisturbed roads, he veers to miss manhole covers that he's never bothered to miss before. This results in an innards sloshing that's more disturbing than hitting the small depression would have been.
He also drives the sedan as if it has no turning radius, pulling right before a big arc to the left to park, what I've recently dubbed the Question Mark Jerk. I commented on it today, but my cadence was off, so it sounded like I was calling him a jerk as he turned the engine off.
"Not you, the action. A Question-Mark-Jerk... for how you pull in to park." I was waving my arms in a violent imitation of turning the steering wheel that was actually a desperate attempt to rewind the last few moments. In restored good humor, we walked to the faux 50s diner; instead of a question mark, he joked, it was more of "a circle jerk."
Knowing this came from a man who refers to violence on television as pornographic, I glanced back at him fairly certain he had no idea what it meant while vaguely wondering if it had some other meaning, and said, "Um, no," authoritatively, but without explanation.
hahahaha....lovely anecdote!
ReplyDeleteThis felt like the middle of a great short story. I love that feeling!
ReplyDeletehahaha...very cute story!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Hyperion!
ReplyDeleteMargaret and Cruisin-mom: glad you enjoyed it.
Dads can be like that! Cool story.
ReplyDeletelol! Am actually looking for someone to teach me driving. My friends father sid he would, trouble is he disappeared since the day he said he would. I guess he's afraid I'll molest his car!
ReplyDeleteThanks for passing by! I loved this post, you win a prize: added to my blogroll! :-)
Fitèna
Chickybabe: they certainly can be.
ReplyDeleteFitena: Thanks very much. I recently wrote a post on my driving test- it's in the favorites of my sidebar on my main page (Life at 16: the license test). Good luck learning to drive!