The other day, I was taking Strip to school. I was cruising down the road, approaching the school zone. When I looked down to check my speed, I noticed I was doing zero. Hmmmm.
So today, on the way home from her doctor's appointment, I felt like I was going a little slow, glanced down and it said I was going 65.
Something's not right.
The following conversation took place:
Me: Remind me when we get home that I need to tell Daddy I HAVE to take my car to the shop.
Strip: Shop? What shop?
Me: The car shop where they fix cars.
Strip: Why? What's wrong with your car?
Me: Something's up with the speedometer.
Me: Yeah, the other day when I took you to school, I was probably doing about 35 and it said I was doing zero.
Me: I know! And now we are barely moving and it says I'm pushing 70!
Strip: Oh my word!
Me: I know!
Strip: I have no idea what any of those words mean, but it sounds crazy!
Ha! On top of not knowing how fast I was actually going, I almost ran off the road laughing! She goes above and beyond the nod and smile!