A teenage girl had just been given family-car privileges when she returned home very late from a party.
The next morning her father went out to the driveway to get the newspaper and came back into the house frowning.
At 11:30 am the girl sleepily walked into the kitchen, and her father asked her,
“What time did you get in last night?”
“Not too late, Dad,” she replied nervously.
Dead-pan, her father said,
“Then I’ll have to talk with the paperboy about putting my paper under the front wheel of the car.”
