Driving
Me: Okay, I've parked.
Dad: All right, let's go.
Me: Wait, what button locks the car?
Dad: Oh, don't worry about it. No one will want to steal our car anyway.
Me: *looks at beat-up, 13-year-old Maxima with paint scratches, no hubcaps, and a bent license plate* Well, that's true.
Mom: Good, good, nice job parkAAAUGH!
Me: AHHH WRONG PEDAL WRONG PEDAL!
Me: It's hot out. Should I close the windows?
Mom: Hmmm, you can leave them open a little. It doesn't really matter though. Nobody's going to want to steal our car.
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