Abusing the Driving Privileges
The next morning her father went out to the driveway to get the newspaper and came back into the house frowning. At 11:30 AM the girl sleepily walked into the kitchen, and her father asked her, “Sweetheart, what time did you get in last night?”
“Not too late, Dad.” she replied nervously.
Then her father dead-panned, “Then, precious, I’ll have to talk with the paperboy about putting my paper under the front tire of the car.”