阅读理解
I walked quickly out of my church. It was late. My dad was waiting. I stared at the parking lot. Then I saw my dad's little red Honda. "Get in! Get in! Why are you so late all the time?"
The ride home was not much more than five minutes but each minute moved slowly. We were stuck behind an old man. He wasn't going more than 15 kilometers an hour. My dad started to shout, "Learn how to drive, Grandpa!" He hit thesteering wheel(方向盘)with his hands. He was really angry.
"Dad, stop it. Why do you always…?" He cut me off, "I'd not get stuck at the light without this fellow!" The old man got to the light just as it was changing. "You're free! Drive away quickly," I thought. I looked over my dad. "Can you believe that, Steph? I get stuck at every light. There are so many stupid drivers out there, he said angrily.
Who gives him the right to shout at someone? Anger built inside me. "What if I shouted at my friends when they asked me for help?" I said. I looked out of the window, trying to catch my breath.
"You know, Steph, I think you are going to be apsychologist(心理学家)," he said. I remembered the last time I tried to say something, he hadfumed, "Don't tell me how to drive! If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it! Think about what you say before you talk."
Usually, he'd be angry that I would doubt hisauthority (权威), but this time, he accept what I had said. A sense of pride rose up in me. It had been a short drive, but it had been the best car ride of my life.
