Father-Son Airport Pickup: A Comedy of Car Debt

Hello? Hello, son. Oh, what’s up, pal? Oh, I was wondering if you would be able to pick me up from the airport tomorrow, 3:30. I’m actually gonna be at a meeting at that time. Yep. That’s what I’m talking about. Remember when you was getting in all that trouble at school with that teacher? No. I’mma be who came to school and bailed you out when you was getting in trouble, huh? Come on, now. And at all the stuff I didn’t do for you. I didn’t give you. I know. I gave you three cars. I know. Yep. I didn’t give you three cars in your whole lifetime, and this how you repay me? That’s all I’ve done. I, I, I. Five cars. No, I didn’t give you five cars. See, it don’t make no sense. I know. When your mom had said you fell on your head when you was a kid, that it was gonna mess with you later in life. And now, now I know. Now I know I didn’t give you seven cars. And you just act like you just can’t give me nothing. Gonna leave me at the airport stranded. See, I, I don’t get it. I just don’t. I didn’t give you nine cars. Literally 12 cars. I didn’t gave you. And you just acting like that don’t make no sense. So what? Not don’t make no sense at all. I know you. So what time need to be picked up? Plane Land at 3:30. All right, I’ll be there. All right, see you then.