If I Hitch Hike, Would That Make You Love Me?

Fall break!  Before you get too excited, we get Friday off.  How can they even call it a legitimate "break", I have no idea.  One day off is what we call an observed holiday.  I only have one class on Thursdays though and 95% of the class is indeed not going and I'm fairly certain my teacher would make fun of us if we didn't not go.  So I drove home today after my fourth class of the day, in the rain obviously, and my dad was there waiting for me with an angry stance in the doorway.  I kid you not, this man would rather have me be a lazy pothead who sells my body for services as opposed to an ambitious daughter who drives home to come see her family and friends on break from her collegiate institution.  Sorry you can't afford to have a driver who accompanies me to the locations I desire.

Dad: "You know, I have a friend who doesn't even let his daughter drive on I-90 and she's the same age as you.  Maybe I should start enforcing that."

 Ali: "I bet if she was a boy it'd be irrelevant.  Do you think if she was a boy he would still have that rule?"

*me staring him down for an answer*

Ali: "DAD! ANSWER ME!"

*proceeds to wait for a commercial, he's big into "The Big Bang Theory"...*

Dad: "That's a stupid question.  She's not a boy."

Ali: "OH MY GOD. YOU KNOW if she had a penis she'd be allowed."

And, the silent treatment that he decided to give me is also known as a sign of defeat for him and success for me.  Although I don't know what I succeeded in. I really only further uncovered that my dad thinks because I have a vagina I'm more dangerous on the road and it somehow impairs my ability to be a safe driver.  Weird, because I only had ONE incident today where I felt I was not 100% focused on my driving.  I had a family-size box of Reese Puff's in between my lap and I was trying to determine if the peanut butter colored puffs tasted like PB Captain Crunch and the dark puffs were really just Cocoa Puffs.  I have no conclusive results however I did drop the box and spilled a large portion under my seat.  Hence the one incident that distracted my driving.  Mack is going to kill me because she hates messy cars and messy purses.  The car I take to school is looking more like my closet/desk everyday, and I don't think I have one purse that doesn't have strange crumbs or wrappers in at least one pocket.  However, she certainly has no problem borrowing my clothes.  Betch.
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