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 11:30am the girl sleepily walked into the kitchen, and her father asked her,
“What time did you get in last night.[read]
“Not too late, Dad,” she replied nervously. Dead-pan, her father said,
“Then I’II have to talk with the paperboy about putting my paper under the front wheel of the car.”[/read]