Me :
The dog started limping pretty badly on her walk. Mom asked me to get her car and then go and pick the two of them up. I want you to come and keep me company, even though they're only two blocks away.
Dad :
Well, okay, but I'm taking my gin and tonic with me. ::brandishes his glass::
Me :
I...are you kidding? I'm pretty sure that's illegal. No open containers of alcohol in the passenger area and all that.
Dad :
Hey, it's not like you're the one drinking it.
Me :
Oh, whatever. I could argue that a glass isn't a "container," anyway.
Dad :
EXACTLY. Now, hurry it up. I don't want to miss more of this baseball game than I have to.
Me :
...You know I'm not going to let you live this down, right?
Dad :
You know I'm not going to pay any attention to you when you talk about it, right?
Me :
As long as we understand each other then. Let's go.
