“Dad! Will you please stop looking at me like that!” I pratically screamed.
“What? Oh, sorry honey! I didn’t… I guess my mind is in other places at the moment.”
“Well I guess that would explain the blank stare” I mumbled to myself.
“I heard that.” Dad whispered back.
“It’s okay honey.” he smiled.
I still don’t really understand why I had to go to the Secretary of State that was like 45 minutes away when there was one down the street. Dad had said something about bad service, but I still don’t think it was necessary for me to go so far. Oh well, it doesn’t matter now… because I now had my license!!!
“Could you drive any slower Tori?” Dad was unusually anxious.
“Dad, I’m going the speed limit.” Actually I was going five over…
“Oh really? It seems a lot slower.” he commented.
“That’s because were finally almost home.” I said as I turned into our subdivision.
“What’s with all the cars?” I wondered out loud.