Pimp my ride

We went shopping yesterday for some last minute groceries before the public holidays. Dad insisted on walking since parking would be “horendous”, so we aimed to just get 3 days worth of food.

Something weird happens at the shops at this time of year. People seem pretty grumpy and there is a frenzied feeling about the place. Mum and Dad got caught up in it too, and were discussing things like the merits of buying both 1kg of bacon and a leg of ham.

For me, it was the chance I’d been waiting for … “Don’t worry Dad, just pimp my ride!”.