True story.
Borrowed pop's car for a date in high school on a Friday night that went very, very well.
Next day, the family is on the road early to visit relatives. Parents up front. Me and bro in the back. After an hour, dad speaks up.
"How'd the date go last night?" dad asked.
"It went okay," I said.
"Looks to me like it went real well."
He then pointed to the drivers side window, which was plastered with foot and shoe prints.
Dad was smiling, mom was quiet, and so was I.