It's equally weird that the local minister "looks like a drunk they dragged off the street".Originally Posted by Gutmutter
Here's my teenage daughter story from Friday.
Let me preface the story first by saying my daugher lost her cell phone about a month ago (), and I gave her mine so that I could be in contact with her. Also, when our daughter got her driver's license, and we found a used car for her (two years ago), we drew up a contract with do's and don'ts and had her sign it. One of these don'ts was not to let anyone else drive her car......can you guess where this is going?
My daughter's official last day of school for the holiday break was noon, Friday. She came home, then asked me if it would be all right if she went back to school to see if her finals were graded yet (she's a serious student). I told her I needed to go to the mall for some last minute stuff and she could go, so she left. She called me from her car to say that I should stay home....there was a terrible accident on the freeway, and all the roads were choked with traffic. I really had to go though, so I went anyway. Ok...so here I am sitting in a traffic nightmare, creeping along, on the opposite side of town from the high school. I'm sitting in my car, when I suddenly take note of the car in front of me. Hmm. It looks very similar to our daughter's car. Hmm. I look in the driver's seat, and it's a guy, so obviously it's not her car. I glance at the license plate, and although I can't remember her exact plate, I realize it has some of the same numbers and letters as hers. Hmm. I take out a piece of paper and pen and start writing down the plate, thinking won't Mr. Rose, Lil Rose and I get a kick out of this coincidence. Just as I'm writing down the last number, the passenger pulls down the visor (which has a mirror on it), and how odd.....it almost looks like my daughter's eyes. Ok.....it's beginning to sink in.....it appears the passenger is looking right at me in their mirror....so I point with a quizzical look on my face. The passenger turns around and waves with a big smile. IT'S MY DAUGHTER. WTF?!?!?! I am speechless sitting in my car. The traffic is so bad, she actually has time to get out of her car, and jumps into mine, saying lightheartedly, "Hi!" My response was, "YOU ARE SO BUSTED!" To which she innocently says, "What are you talking about?" I rattled off, who is driving your car, why aren't you at school, is this why you didn't want me to leave the house, and where are you going? Her immediate response, with a smile and wide, innocent eyes was, "I'm going to buy your Xmas present." To which I said, "nice try, smooth answer, but you're not getting away with this". Eventually it came out that she called Mr. Rose (since she couldn't reach me, BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE MY PHONE, SHE DOES), and said she was done at school, could she go to the mall with Steve (a friend), to which he said yes. As to why Steve was driving her car, her foot got tired (she has a clutch :rolleyes) in the traffic, so he took over for her. As to why she was violating her 'contract', we got the ever-popular, "I didn't remember that clause" :rolleyes. Oy. As soon as we got home, I pulled out her contract and highlighted the clause that states:
'I will not let anyone else drive or use any vehicle entrusted to me'.
So, she begins her holiday vacation grounded. She can only go to work and back. Those of you with little ones, try not to let this scare you too much. For those of you who have survived the teenage years, I bow to you.