Few things give me more pleasure than driving into the high-school parking lot in front of a bunch of hot-looking girls with Van Halen blowing the dust out of the speakers, a longboard strapped to the car's roof, my ponytail flapping in the breeze, and getting dirty looks & hand gestures from the security guard. I didn't even know our car stereo display could show a number that high.
No, not my high school. Our kid's.
The embarrassed look on her face-- priceless.
