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 My dad drives like a mad man high on cocaine, who really must get home to pee, right now. Recently day my dad was driving my sister and I home.

Pictured above: Candy

To my dad's great displeasure we had to stop at a red light. Had anyone else was driving then this wouldn't be so bad but red lights annoy the hell out of dad. For the duration of the stop he holds the steering wheel as if his life depends on him keeping a constant and intense pressure on the it, and every minute or so readjusting his grip in a most dramatic manner. Becca and I were talking and dad was annoying the steering wheel when...

   

                 

Screaming-across-traffic: an entirely reasonable and normal alternative form of communication.

The driver of a car beside us that had gone unnoticed, began scream-conversing with dad, from the next lane over:

Random Guy: PETA? PETA [name has been blocked by awesome censorship bots]
Dad: GENERIC MALE NAME!
RG: WAH GWAN PETA?
Dad: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
RG: BLAH BLAH BLAH I HAVE NO SHAME
Dad: BLAH BLAH BLAH WE LOOK RIDICULOUS
Me n' Becca : *quiet chuckles*

Then this other random burst from behind the first and starts yet another scream-convo:
RG2G: "PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETAH!!"
Me n; Becca: *intensified giggle fit*
Dad: I AM CONVERSING LOUDLY IN PUBLIC
RG2G: NO WAY, ME TOO

Before any more unseen, random, loud-speaking men could appear the light turned green. The first random sped off while the second screamed "BLESSINGS!!". Becca and I rightfully thought "Blessings" to be the greatest and most hilarious valediction and quite nearly lmao'd. Later on in our journey, when we were driving through a ghetto-ish area, Becca stuck her head out and screamed...

at the unsuspecting strangers, all of whom made startled little jumps and looked about them. Dad thought it was pretty funny. Becca and I were almost laughing too hard to high-five (luckily we struggled through and managed to five). I was inspired by her daring and hilarious joke, so much so that I, like the little sister I am, wanted to do it too. "DAD! DAAD! DAAAAAAAD!!! slow down i want to do it too!", I screamed. Daddy obliged me and I spotted the perfect person soon after.

The man I screamed to jumped and ran away. After a good bout of roflcoptering Becca said he probably thought it was a drive by, and we concluded that he was most likely running to change is underwear.