C. Some Obstructions in The Car
C. Some Obstructions in The Car
A. excessive speed
blab (verb): talk too much about unimportant things, some of which might be private matters
- She blabbed to her friends all about the accident and how it was all my fault. How embarrassing.
jump to conclusions (idiom): form an opinion without all the facts and evidence
- Hey, don't jump to conclusions. The accident might not have been her fault.
pull into (phrasal verb): move into a spot like a parking space or driveway
- When you arrive, just pull your car into the garage.
- I'm in a real jam because I have a date tonight, but my car broke down this afternoon? What am I going
to do?
- Not having a car right now must be really tough. How are you going to get to work without one?
- That's awesome that your parents are letting you use their car for the weekend.
- I can always count on my kids to drive safely. Otherwise, I wouldn't let them use my car.
wreck (verb): completely destroy or ruin
- My father wrecked the family car last night, but fortunately, he wasn't hurt.
Woman: Uh, she should be here any minute. She took the car to pick up something from the store.
Man: Okay, I was just a little worried that . . . Man, what was that? Oh, no. The car! She drove over the
mailbox and hit a tree in the front yard. Ah, the car!
Woman: Well, just don't stand there blabbing all day. Let's go out and see if Katie's okay.
Daughter: Dad . . . uh, mom. It's not like that at all. I mean, as I was pulling into the driveway, something
rolled from under the seat and got stuck under the brake pedal . . . the gas pedal . . . I, I don't know, and I
couldn't stop the car. And then I accidentally hit the gas when I wanted to brake, and I hit the mailbox.
Woman: Uh, I think I know what the problem was. Honey, did you put those golf balls away like I told
you? The ones YOU put under the driver's seat . . . the ones I told you would get in the way.
Daughter: Plus, Mom, the windshield wipers on the car didn't work, so I couldn't see very well in the
rain.
Daughter: And mom. I was going to use the car this weekend to go camping with my friends, but now my
plans are ruined. My friends are going to hate me. What am I going to do?
Woman: Hon, yeah, what IS your daughter going to do? It appears that it's mainly your fault for the
accident and that she's in such a jam.
Man: My fault? Hey, why don't you just invite your friends over for pizza? I'll buy.
Daughter: Mom, we've been planning this weekend for months. I need a car.
Woman: Hon.
Woman: I think what your dad is trying to say is that you can take his new Jeep.
Man: What?
Daughter: Yes!
Man: Wait, not my new Jeep. I don't even have 500 miles on it.
Daughter: Four-wheeling through the mud, over big rocks and in deep ruts in the road . . . if there IS a
road.
Man: Ah.
Daughter: Ah, Dad. I'm going to call my friends to let them know of the good news. Thanks, Dad, I knew I
could count on you.
Man: Yeah, but make sure wrecking the car doesn't become a routine activity.
Daughter: Dad!