We had just begun our trip to Nashville we were heading to the airport, as in we're only 5 miles from home and my hearing impared Dad decided to give me a stress test.
I was driving, he was in the passenger seat and Mrs Jude was in the back looking over my shoulder. I started to hear clicking noises. It's my Dad, he was playing with the electronic lock.
After three rounds of locking and unlocking the fucking alarm goes off!
People!, I'm driving down the road with the horn going off and I'm sure my headlights were flashing like we were in the middle of a major emergency. With the that commotion going on along with Lady Gaga singing her heart out on the radio, I was still able to catch the whole "ohmygod" that emmitted from the back seat.
After who knows how many security cycles the car went through and after I SHOUTED to my Dad "don't touch anything!" the alram finally stopped. For fucks sake!
At the trailing end of my big sigh I heard my Dad mumble "noisy out there". Two weeks with my Dad? A piece of cake.
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