Jesus. Dad, really, its okay. Its a minor road trip. The girl who is driving knows exctly where we're going.
No! I am feeling the loss of control over your life, and need to feel helpful. I will give the computer coniption fits messing around on the 'net, looking for maps.
Dad, really, let me do that... just... here, wait..
No! No! I insitst on doing this the hardest way possible! Now, why wont this website work?!
Well, damn, now we're floating.
I dont have the heart to tell him that thats the microwave.
Darn internet! Consarn compuer! I hate technology!
