It was 2:37 and I was trying my hardest to get my dad to drive me to the South Park Mall, but, of course, he was refusing to be as quick as I would like him to be.
"Dad! I'm supposed to be at the Mall at... 3'o'clock and you're lagging!" I yelled as my dad sat on the couch, putting on his shoes ever so slowly.
"Hold on, Stan, sheez..." My dad said with agitation, "What's going on exactly? Are you late for an appointment or what?"
"No! I just have to get there as soon as possible! My friends have been waiting for me."
"Alright, alright," My dad rolled his eyes and stood up. "Hey, you wanna stop...
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