Fast Food Is Fast Medicine

(I’m 16 years old and I am am getting in the car with my dad, to leave my basketball game.)

Dad: “Hey. I have a headache, and we’re just going to go straight home. Is that okay?”

Me: “Okay.”

(We drive past his favorite fast food place.)

Me: “Hey, we should get some.”

(The car literally screeches into the parking lot and my life flashes in front of my eyes.)

Dad: “For my headache.”