’sorry, son. your mother lost her job and the mortgage on this place is $80,000. we cant afford a bike’

the next morning johnny’s dad sees him walking for the door with a suitcase in hand.

‘where you going son?’

‘i’m leaving’

‘why?’

‘i was walking past your room last night when i heard you tell mom that you were pulling out. she told you to wait because she was coming too. i’ll be damned if i’m going to get stuck here with a $80,000 mortgage and no transportation!’