Dinner with the neighbors
The car came to a sudden stop with the squeal of the tires and a loud bang as I rear-ended the car in front of me. “God Dimmit!” My dad exclaimed form the passenger seat. “I can’t afford for our insurance rates to go up! Just stay here while I go and take care of this.”“Yes sir.” I said, almost on the verge of tears as my father got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. He went to check on the other driver and they were inspecting the damage and talking. I couldn’t hear what they were...