Last year I had to drive my dad to someplace. With my mind thinking about other things, I approached the car, opened the door and sat in the back seat, wondering what the hell had happened to the dashboard and where the fuck had my steering wheel gone. Then I realised what I had done and quietly slinked into the drivers seat. My dad didn't say anything, just a quick look from the corner of his eye, shake of the head and a sigh. That said it all.