So, story time:
My father had the habit of getting distracted when meeting up with people he knew and talking. This happened a lot at stores, even if mom and I were waiting in the car.
So one time, he needed some tool, and we didn't want to go in. It was a small town walmart, so it was like the mall and people hung out there and it was the only store for somethings. You could not go in without running into at least one person you knew. Anyway, he took to long and I had just learned how to drive. So I started the car and drove it a few rows over, where we could still see where he originally parked.
IT WAS HYSTERICAL. Good times in a parking lot!
May 20, 2015 @ 04:37:38
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