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.
Peggy says
I’m an excellent driver too! I can’t help it if someone stupidly places their mailbox directly across from my driveway or that some parking lot guard poles are just way too short or that my son doesn’t move fast enough while dropping him off, thereby accidently driving over his foot. Come on people!
Lauren says
Exactly!
Brad says
Ugh. That horrible sound cars make when one is grinding past the other…
Were everyone’s bumper stickers okay? I hate to see a bumpersticker become unreadable.