Brent took a sip of coffee he just picked up at the drive-through window and cringed. “They put too much sugar in it. It’s like drinking candy.”
Reggie lunged at the steering wheel from the passenger seat as they nearly clipped a parked car. “More driving, less drinking.”
“Alright. Don’t panic,” said Brent. He jerked the wheel back onto the road.
“Your words say ‘don’t panic’ but your actions say the opposite.”
Brent laughed. “What’s got your knickers in a twist?”
“At the moment, your driving.”
“I’m a great driver,” snapped Brent. “What’re you talking about?”
“Your a distracted driver. The worst kind.”
Brent shook his head at the rebuke. “Know the worst thing on the road? E-bikes. They’re a menace.”
“I think they’re cool,” said Reggie.
Brent glared at Reggie. “How can they be cool? They’re used by aging bikers and guys who lost their license for drunk driving. Most of them are drunk when they drive them.”
“I can’t believe you said that. That’s so rude. You just gotta learn to share the road. We all have a right to it.”
“Really? Do we? Then why are they allowed to break traffic laws any time they want? And if they cut me off and I hit ‘em, I’m at fault. How is that fair?” fumed Brent.
Reggie rolled her eyes. “Dad, you’re turning into a grumpy old man.”
“And you’re a little know-it-all. I should’ve never paid for your drivers ed lessons.”
“You did it so I wouldn’t be as bad a driver as you.”
Brent glanced over at Reggie. “Don’t worry. Time surrounded by stupidity corrupts even the best education.”