I keep my mind in a jar when trapped in the car by my lecturing father. At 27, I feel I should be exempt from lectures about everything under the sun. I say »uh-huh« and try not to make disgusted faces as he tries to »help«. I know that this is how I'm paying for his chauffeur service. Silence. When I am completely silent, he never takes the hint. He simply continues lecturing. Who made him god?
