I wish I had a chauffer of ANY sort. My insurance costs would go down considerably.
Also, I'm tired of curbing my car. I HATE it. I suck a curbs.
The first time I truly curbed my car it was pretty new. Me and the mommy were going to pick up the kid who had decided it would be a wise use of his time to take 16 hits of acid, then crash into some parked cars. He's not good at stealth either... When the police showed up he started yelling "I'm on acid, I'm on acid! Just shoot me!" They netted him and at first I was mad but when I found out his statements later (thank God) I was like less sympathetic. I was like, "If I were the police, I might have shot you... in the leg or something. Also, I am going to white privilege it here and say you are lucky you are WHITE you birdbrain."
So yeah, he had just been arraigned. That's a grim process. In Tucson they do it on video. My son was in the prison and frankly he LOOKED and SOUNDED just like a freaking felon. He looked like his DAD (to be fair, it did take a few months to like, um, well for his brain to settle down. That's why I shoved him in rehab, that plus, well "rehabilitation efforts and etc."
The kid complained the WHOLE time. I enjoyed it. He did not invite me to family week and I said, "Oh kiddo, I know what happens at family week, you are not hurting my feelings you are making me happy. I had my OWN family week, doofus.
But my point is, AFTERWARDS, I was so stressed out, I drove straight over TWO parking (curb) things (I hate them anyway and I did not see them. It was dark. So, I was teetering on those things and finally I was like, "F this" so I just revved the engine really hard, and it actually decided to drive over BOTH of them.
Nothing fell of my car-- to my awareness. That's the thing though "to my awareness." I'm probably missing some highly vital thing although the husband is ah, aware of my driving proclivities so he checks from time to time.
Don't ask me to drive you anywhere, ,and above all don't loan me your vehicle even if I am BEGGING.
So all's well that ends well as the kid did not become a felon but a productive member of society. He's also a much better driver than me and I taught him starting from the age of about 4 (we had this farm we would go drive at, it was sweet.
I guess if you can't do, teach can be true. LOL.
So yeah, he's better. Except when on 16 hits of acid.
I cannot even fathom taking that much acid and I am a TOTAL ADDICT. LOL.
Anna