"Get in the car," he said.
So I got in the car.
"Put on your seatbelt," he said.
So I put on my seatbelt.
"What do you want?" he asked.
I told him I wanted a Happy Meal. He leaned out the window, then back in.
"Really? A Happy Meal?"
I nodded. A voice squawked through the speaker.
"Two Happy Meals," he said. "With extra Happy."
Then he laughed. My father was such a weirdo.
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25 April 2009
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