So, remember the kid who smashed our car??? We got a call a few days ago and it was his DAD! Turns out, the police tracked him down and the kid told them he didn't know he'd hit the car. His dad is an ACCIDENT INVESTIGATOR for a trucking company!!! So he drove by our house and saw the car and knew right away that there was NO way he could have hit the car and not known it. The kid eventually fessed up that he just got scared and drove away! Now we have their insurance information and everything will be okay. The kid got a ticket...and I'm sure a good chewing out by his parents. Poor guy, it's hard to learn things the hard way.
Of course, I know what it's like to do something really bad and freak out and hide. Literally. When I was...gosh...probably either late middle school or freshman year, I was sitting in the front passenger seat of the van in the garage waiting for my mom to get something from inside. The van was running, and during some freak (okay, not freak, they happen all the time) moment of insanity I decided to see what that big long lever sticking out by the steering wheel did. The drivers side door was still open, and who knew, the lever switched gears on the van and I had "accidentally" put it into reverse! The van started rolling out of the garage and then "CREEEEEEEAK" the drivers side door hit the side of the garage door and bent completely backward until it was touching the front of the van. Then, it kept rolling out into the street and I was able to unbuckle my seatbelt, jump into the drivers side and step on the break. Oh my gosh, I was HORRIFIED!!! I knew death was imminent and nobody would come to my funeral from my family because they'd be too mad at me. So, instead of going inside to tell mom what happened, I decided to take sanctuary in Ginger's dog house. And there I stayed for a few hours until my dear sweet Daddy came by. (I seem to remember his face in the doggie doorway and he was just trying not to laugh). I think he then handed me a letter that said something along the lines of "When you're ready to talk, we'll talk." To make a long story short, punishment was not death and the van did get fixed and I eventually passed Driver's Education class. (Wow, huh!)
But, like I said...it stinks to learn things the hard way. And in the wise words of wisdom from Michael Brimhall, "The best policy is to come clean."
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Posted by Natalie at 7:25 AM
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You couldn't make up a story like that! And to think I knew all your past craziness! Do you have any more you want to "come clean" on? Yor are hilarious!
oh, and what a relief you're car'll get fixed. Yea for insured drivers.
Oh my gosh! Too funny Natalie!!!! But your so sauve I so can't picture you doing something like this! I love that you put yourself in the dog house!
Ha ha! What a crazy story! I've had moments of insanity but I can't think of anything that compares damage-wise. I love how you hid out in the dog house.
Once when we were little my sister Julie and I were playing in my Dad's truck that was parked in the driveway. It was a stickshift. We weren't supposed to be in there. Well, we accidentally kicked the gear shift and put it in neutral and it began rolling backwards out into the street. We were screaming, not knowing what to do! We were going to die! If not by oncoming traffic on busy Douglas street than by my dad for sure! Well, Kurtie Krupp was in his yard and ran across the street, pushed the truck back into the driveway and put on the emergency break. We thought we was Superman-strong enough to push a truck! I don't remember what else happened but I guess my dad didn't kill us afterall.
Hahaha!! I can totally picture the look on your face as your reaching for the gear-shift and then the freak-out over what happened next. I have to say, though, I never saw the dog house part coming!
Classic Natster... One of the many reasons I love you!
That would have been so scary. Maria and her friend were playing in our van and it had been converted from stick to automatic so there were no safety controls. So the van wasn't running nor did it have a key and you could shift it. They knocked it out of park and started rolling down the steep driveway and road. Her friend bailed, and Maria stayed in while it crossed the road and vacant lot and smashed into a tree. You'll have to ask her about it sometime.
Tyler
What about the time there were two parallel scratches on the front of the van, that were just about the width of a mailbox... I'd almost forgotten about that one. I swear to all that the story Natalie related is true, only it was the brick section between the two garage doors that the van door hit. Try explaining THAT story to the insurance lady..."Your daughter was trying to drive?" "No, she was in the passenger seat..." "How old is she?" "Fourteen!" Love you Nat! mom
Yeah, you caught me red handed with that one, mom. :P
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