You need a ride home from a friend’s house, but the back seat is full of old junk. And since it is almost midnight, you hold that enormous television or light fixture on your lap because you are out of options to get home.
You get shuffled from driver to driver.
You can drive, but your mom has to be with you.
You might not get a ride at all because your mom forgets to turn up her phone.
(I am feeling sorry today for Timothy and the realities of being fifteen.)