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.”
我十幾歲的兒子開車帶著他的女同學穿街越巷。一輛大卡車緊緊跟在后面,我兒子拐彎它也拐彎。在一個紅綠燈處,那輛大卡車停到了他們邊上。一個面目可憎的司機從車窗里伸出頭來,盯著他們的車里面怒目而視。仔細看了半天,那個人咧嘴笑了,大聲喊著對他的同事說:“那不是我的女兒!”