A large truck was tailing my teenage son as he drove through town with a female classmate. The truck matched them turn for turn, down every street. It pulled next to him at a light. The menacing-looking driver leaned out his window and glared into his car. After a long, hard stare, the man grinned and yelled to his co-worker, “That's not my daughter.”
我十幾歲的兒子開(kāi)車帶著他的女同學(xué)穿街越巷。一輛大卡車緊緊跟在后面,我兒子拐彎它也拐彎。在一個(gè)紅綠燈處,那輛大卡車停到了他們邊上。一個(gè)面目可憎的司機(jī)從車窗里伸出頭來(lái),盯著他們的車?yán)锩媾慷?。仔?xì)看了半天,那個(gè)人咧嘴笑了,大聲喊著對(duì)他的同事說(shuō):“那不是我的女兒!”