“Gee, dad. You’re driving especially fast today. Um…”
“You just hold onto that lime, son. That’s an important part of your school presentation today.”
“I know,” he recites indifferently. “World of Lemon; Lime World. Contrast between the two. Blah blah blah, pheh.”
“Hold on, son. Another curve. Wheeeee!”
“Gosh dad, your cap blew off on that one. And your hair’s all poofed up and spiky too.”👍
“Never mind that, son.” SCREEEEEEECH. “We’re here. “Rooster Springs Backwoods Middle School. Where you’re in the middle…”
“I know, I know,” Preston recites mechanically again in the pause. “… which is (and his dad joins in here) unfortunately in the way.”
Preston gets out, peers cautiously at the school front door for potential allies and foes. “See you soon, kid.” Then he was gone in a whirlwind of burnt rubber and skid marks.