Don't Push My Buttons

Most of the time, Dad wanted me to drive when we went out together. I don't know if he was just tired of driving or he wanted to make me feel good. Knowing Dad, it was the latter.

The first thing that I was taught when you get in a car is you check the mirrors, adjust the seat and make sure that everything is ready for you to drive. So, I would do that when I got in the car with Dad... and he would gripe, and of course I would always exaggerate the adjustments.

The other thing that we battled about was his buttons. I'm a geek, I love to push buttons... when I get in my dad's car, I would start pushing buttons. At first, it was just because that's what I do, but it quickly became a game between Dad and I.

- What does that button do, Dad?
- Don't touch that button!
... I touch the button

- What did it do, Dad?
- I don't know, but don't touch my button.
... I touch another button

- What about this one, Dad?
- Son, don't touch my buttons!
- Ok, Dad.
... I touch another button

- Oh, that changed the radio station!
- Now, put it back on the station where it was.
- Ok, Dad, but I don't know how to do it; I'll have to push the buttons.

I miss pushing Dad's button.