“Please, Daddy, please?” Shia said. “Pretty, pretty, pretty please?” I had no idea what Shia was groveling about since I walked into the living room about one minute too late. But whatever it was he was sorely embarrassing himself. Oh, to see a grown bar mitzvah boy beg!
“Shia Kolodny you are being absolutely ridiculous” my father said. “Do you honestly think that I’m going to teach my 13-year-old son how to drive? You have a few years ahead of you before we can even think of driving lessons.”
Shia looked crestfallen. I actually felt bad for the guy. But he quickly bounced back.
“Wait a second!” Shia said. “I have another idea. What if you stay in the driver’s seat but you just let me rotate the wheel. Just so that I can get the hang of driving? Would that work? We can start in a parking lot.”
My father didn’t say no which meant he was actually contemplating the idea! Hey wait a second! What about me?
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