I was selected (from a huge pool of volunteers, who are all desperate to spend even a moment in her company) to collect DD16 from school one day last week.
As I was driving down the hill (basking in the glory of DD having deemed me worthy of sitting next to in the front seat, rather than in the back like I'm a taxi driver, as is usual when I give lifts to her friends), just 30 seconds away from school, a car started to pull out of a side road straight into our path.
Foolishly, I realise now, I beeped my horn in warning to the other driver, as although I obviously detest my daughter, and am always coming up with ways to upset her, I didn't want her to end up in hospital, and have to share a bathroom with "randos". DD's response to me sounding my horn was "NO! Why would you do that?"
I then made the mistake of responding; "Errrr, that car was going to pull out right in front of me!" Apparently it wasn't, the driver would definitely have seen us, and there was ABSOLOUTELY NO NEED for me to TOTALLY EMBARRASS DD by sounding the horn in the vicinity of all the pupils walking home from school. I feel like such a fool.
Duly chastised, I submitted to the sighing and silent treatment most of the way home, until I came to the crashing realisation that I had Totally Fucked Up. Never fear, thought I, and offered to drive to the nearest Costa for a whipped white chocolate frappe, to prove that despite all evidence to the contrary, purposefully embarrassing DD so much that it is ALL anyone at school will be talking about for the next month, I'm not actually the devil incarnate, sent to cause misery to teens, wherever I go!
To be fair, she's usually lovely, but I remember being mortified by most things my DM did when I was a teen! @AnAlpacaForChristmasPleaseSanta - my DM had a bright yellow, 3 door VW Polo when I was 15 and my DSis was 13. My DSis would always tell DM to put the front seat forward as soon as she arrived to pick us up, so DSis could open the door and fling herself down across the back seats before anyone saw her!