captkevman

I was pulling out of the parking lot of my office building today, waiting for one car to enter traffic during lunchtime. The car had just pulled out of the Starbucks’ drive-thru, which spills out into the parking lot just before the main road.

So, there was Car A (who had pulled out of Starbucks, waiting to enter traffic), Car B (me, who pulled up behind Car A), and Car C (who was trying to pull out of the Starbucks drive-thru behind Car A).

As we were waiting for Car A to enter traffic, I noticed Car C inching closer and closer. So I inched closer and closer, since I had right of way. As Car A finally entered traffic, I pulled forward and immediately got an earful of horn as Car C’s driver (dramatized in photo above) scorned at me indignantly.

Listen, kid. It’s not my fault you don’t remember Basic Driving 101. If you’re turning into a lane (or a road, or a parking lot), you yield to the car that was there first.

Or lean on the horn and get pissed. Whatever works for you, I suppose.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t bring age into the equation. The young woman driving the other car couldn’t have been any older than the picture above (early 20’s, at the most), and the sentence “Listen, kid…I’ve been driving longer than you’ve been around” actually escaped my lips as I pulled into traffic.

And thus my transformation into my father begins….

(Yes, I realize this was more of a Twitter-quality content post, but as you can see, 140 characters just wouldn’t cut it in this case.)

Me: “Thanks for the shake, sweetie. What did you put in it?”

Emily (my daughter): “It was vanilla ice cream and cookie dough. I call it a Van-ookie Shake!”

Me: “Van-ookie, eh? That’s funny.”

Angela (my wife): ”You can’t call it a ‘Nookie Shake.’ You should think of another name.”