Lloyd and I zipped into Lincoln for some quick errands, and I made a few mistakes while driving.
First, we went to his school and I chose a nice shady spot to park. When we left a half-hour later, the car had rolled out into the sun since I forgot to put it in gear. Oops. Luckily there were no other cars in the lot.
Later, we were leaving the Best Buy parking lot and while I was in the middle of telling a gripping story Lloyd made some weird yell. I maintain that he was saying “Ahhhh!” but he says he was yelling, “Honk!”. I did see some sort of movement out of my right eye. I honked and pulled forward – dragging our car across the bumper of the van that had just hit us. (I didn’t hear anything, what with my gripping story and all.) We got out to look at the damage, which was hardly worth interrupting my story. Lloyd and the other guy just looked at each other and shared that each of their cars were over 10 years old, shook hands, and we all drove away.
I forgot what my story was about. Dang. It was pretty gripping.