My husband, Cal, grew increasingly displeased as our teenage daughter and
her boyfriend studied in her room late one evening. Finally losing patience
shortly after midnight, he knocked sharply on her door.  Her boyfriend
immediately opened it and asked if something was wrong.

"I have to ask you to move your car," Cal told him.

"Oh, sure. Is it in someone's way?"

"No," Cal replied, "it's at the wrong address."

Gwen