Me: “Okay, so I’ve got new brakes, new wheel bearings, a new drive belt, new tires, a new alternator, a new battery and a new battery terminal.”
My Dad: “Great! And if anything else goes wrong with your car, you can just have one of your friends steal it and get rid of it, right?”
Dear Friends: My dad thinks you’re all criminals. And in related news, I’ma prolly need one o’ y’all to steal my car.