Last Tuesday evening (not yesterday, a week ago), Dad was following me back to their house with more of my stuff to move. He'd started out ahead but he putzes so bad, I flew past him eventually on the freeway and he got behind me.
Anywho....we were both behind this huge truck that was so obnoxiously loud, and they had to make a dramatic show every time they accellerated or made a turn.
I stuck my pinky out the window and shook it.
You really need to see a neurologist. - Wagegoth