Better not your daughter 幸亏不是你的女儿

A large truck was tailing my teenage son as he drove through town with a female classmate. The truck matched them turn for turn, down every street. It pulled next to him at a light. The menacing-looking driver leaned out his window and glared into his car. After a long, hard stare, the man grinned and yelled to his co-worker, “That's not my daughter.”

我十几岁的儿子开车带着他的女同学穿街越巷。一辆大卡车紧紧跟在后面，我儿子拐弯它也拐弯。在一个红绿灯处，那辆大卡车停到了他们边上。一个面目可憎的司机从车窗里伸出头来，盯着他们的车里面怒目而视。仔细看了半天，那个人咧嘴笑了，大声喊着对他的同事说：“那不是我的女儿!”