The old school thread got me. So I had my playlist going as we embark on this long drive home from the County of Orange. Night Shift by the Commodores comes on and the old man skipped it ahead and the following argument ensued
Me: WHATCHU DOIN?!?!?!?!
He: You're going to start crying and there's no kleenex in the car.
Me: Leave me alone. I ain't no punk.
He:
Me:
Night Shift Plays
"Jackie, Jackie, Hey whatcha doing now...."
Me:
He: Pulls into CVS to get me some tissue and a kit kat.
Me:
Don't tell him I said it tho.