That Time We Locked Ourselves Out of a Convertible
A memoir, a comedic tragedy
When we arrived in Los Angeles, it was a gray and smoggy afternoon. My mom was suffering the effects of jet lag, I was glued to my first ever iPhone, and my dad was his bright and cheery self. The taxi ride down the city’s most bustling boulevards tried its best to eat away at his persevering patience, but he remained steadf…
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