Feet
I had given our daughter, who was 15 at the time, a driver's manual.
On the way to town one day, I was coaching her as I drove. I told
her to study her book so as to be ready when it came time to get her
drivers permit.
"Oh," she said, "I already know everything in the book."
"You do?" I returned.
"Yep," she said, very smugly.
I thought, "OK, I'll give her a hard one." So I asked her, "How many
feet does it take to stop the car if you are driving 60 miles an hour
and have to slam on the brakes real hard?"
"One," she replied.
"What?" I asked.
"One?!" She repeated her answer and then because of the confused
look on my face, she added, "You always told me never to use my left
foot on the brakes, only use my right one.
