Move the Car

[Rodgera]

I grew increasingly displeased as my teenage
daughter and her boyfriend studied in her room late
one evening.

Finally losing patience shortly after midnight,
I knocked sharply on her door.

Her boyfriend immediately opened it and asked
if something was wrong.

"I have to ask you to move your car," I told him.

"Oh, sure. Is it in someone's way?"

"No," I replied, "it's at the wrong address."