Gary, I can entirely relate!
When I was a teenager, my Dad was driving a gal pal of mine home, after she'd visited for the day, and so she and I sat together in the back, as I went along for the ride to take her home.
We were giggling and acting ridiculous, and I decided that I would "dare" to tell my Dad, while he was driving no less, to "Go f@#$k a Duck!" (We girls thought that was so brazen and fabulous, because it rhymed you see - clever, yes)? OH BOY!
My naive belief, was that since the man was driving, it was virtually impossible for any backhand action to take place and that I'd show off therefore in front of my pal; and nothing would happen.
I am sure you can imagine the magnificent "Multitasking" skills my pop miraculously developed, in an instant, and all while managing to continue driving at full speed, eyes on the road.
Myself? I gave up on being a poet certainly, and learned then, once and for all, about "respect."
Moral: Never underestimate a New York City native who never learned to drive until he was a married and grown adult. As he'll figure it out!
Thank goodness we grow from this stuff right? Today I laugh like crazy about it, and believe the man was not only justified but did the right thing! Back then however? Wellllllll, teens are always right! Too funny...
OK, that's the shared rant for today. Happy all!!!!!!!! Cheers! - Leah