When I was little, my father had this thing for old RAGGEDY cars. He tried to fix them up, but he had like 3 or 4 in a row, because none of them lasted more than 8-12 months because they were in such bad shape.
Well, the first day of 5th grade, I took the bus home from school. Suddenly the bus drove into this big cloud of smoke, everyone started coughing and stuff. Next the bus stopped, I wonder what the heck is holding up the traffic. So I looked outside, and then I saw it! A shabby blue 1960-something Buick with rust spots, blowing a lot of smoke, and making a lot noises. I was like, OMG that's my dad's car. The bus driver opened up the door because someone was at the doorstep...my dad. The bus driver then shouted "Is there a Tanya ********* on this bus? Your dad is here to give you a ride home!" I walked all the way from the back to the front. What's worse it was raining, so there was a little trench with water between the bus and my father, so he picked me up off the bus as if I were a baby. Yep, EVERYONE saw it all, the messed up car and him picking me up! It took a while for people to let me live it down.
