Unfiltered Story #360749

It’s a lazy Saturday and I’m supporting my daughter’s attempt to get a replacement car after hers was totaled and insurance covered it. I have to take her to a dealership for paperwork. Relevant to this story is that she and I both love Bill Engvall’s “here’s your sign” humor. In the event that you’ve been living under a rock the last 15 years, you can see here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKt7owqVGlE . We are on the road:

Me: … so around then your mom and I…..

Daughter: Oh, hey.

Me: What?

Daughter: You were supposed to turn back there.

I look around and road and traffic add up to 10 minutes to get back to a point not 40 yards behind me.

Me: Geez, girl, you know where we were going. Why didn’t you tell me?

Daughter: Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.

I face-palm and we can skip ahead to that evening. Her work involves food delivery and I have loaned her my car until she gets her new one. I’m hungry, so I’m picked up as part of her food run. The conversation goes like this:

Daughter: Can we do a pickup and delivery? It’s only a little ways away.

For me, home is 200 yards away. I figure I’ll just spend a little quality time.

Me: Sweetheart, sure. Go ahead.

We pick up the food and she indicates that “it’s only couple miles to go.” Fine. I get back in the car with her. Three miles later:

Me: Do you know where you’re going?

Daughter: No, I’m just driving around aimlessly. Here’s your sign! Sheesh! Of course I know exactly where I’m going.

Me: Excuse me! I seem to recall that earlier today when we I was taking you somewhere only you knew, you got us all snarled up in traffic because we missed the turn. I think that I CAN ask that. Here’s your sign back.