“Jeez, are we there yet?” Gibby impatiently whined, for the hundredth time, as he popped out his earbuds, draping the cords around his neck, still blaring alternative rock music.
Dr. Jonathan Robinson rolled his eyes at his son and chuckled, “Yep, we’re there.” He said sarcastically, “Get the hell out of the car.”
Gibby squirmed in his seat causing the stiff black leather to creak underneath him. There was no use trying to get comfortable. “Seriously, Dad, my ass fell asleep two states back.