On the same ride as thew previous post, a couple minutes after we started driving, Amy starts talking. (It was the middle of winter, and it was cold out that night).
Amy: Ummm...Dad? Or Mom. I don't really want to say this, but I think you guys should know the truth. Ummm...well, you see...there's no hot air back here, so....?
Dad: We just got in the van. There's no hot air up here either. Quit being stupid. You know it takes a while to heat up.
Amy: Well, yeah, but I'm just saying! There's no hot air back here. Just so you guys know. You know, so you can get hot air. 'Cause it's cold and stuff.
Dad: What do you want me to do about that?
Amy: I don't know. I'm just saying! It's cold because there's no hot air back here.
Dad (muttering under his breath): I think there's plenty of hot air in the back seat.
Amy: No! Are you even listening?! I said there's no hot air!
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