do i look like a truck driver?

My father.

Once again I emphasize this one fact. MY FATHER NEEDS HIS OWN BLOGSPOT.
Another ridiculous, father thing happened today.

I'm sitting in front my dad's computer, surfing the internet and what not and my father calls me.

"YOON SORA!"
Now whenever he yells my name, he doesn't just yell it. He screams my name out like he is about to battle the communists himself. So, I'm thinking, "What the hell did I do this time?"
"YOON SORA! Come out here."
"Yes, Appa?"
"Grab your driver's license and come to the garage."
"Ummmm, okay." So, I did as he said and went to the garage to find is gross truck in front of me. I honestly had a thought bubble coming out of my head filled with "..."
"Here." My dad shoved his car keys in my face.
"Appa, why the hell do I need to drive your truck?"
"Because I'm going to Korea for a week and-"
"Hold up, you're going to Korea for a week and I just find this out? Am I your daughter or am I your daughter?"
"I thought Umma told you already."
"Apparently no one tells me anything anymore. Damn I'm pissed."
"Whatever, start driving the truck."
"Why? I have a perfectly normal car."
"Let Umma drive the civic to work so she can save gas."
"I still don't get the truck thing."
"Just get in the damn car!" This is where I pick up my language. I got in his death trap of a car and I seriously was confused as hell. Everything was all out of place and so, manual! The gear changer thingy was on the wheel and the windows had to be rolled down by using a turny thingy and oh my goodness it was all sorts of wrong. I didn't even attempt to drive the truck.

Now what I don't understand is that we have another car. A 4-runner, but my dad absolutely insisted that I drive is beaten up truck. I must be a bad driver, then again I learn from him.