Monday, January 10, 2011

Roxanne, You Don't Have to Put Out the Tail Light

My first fender bender occurred only weeks after I received my driver’s license. Drunk with the anticipation of buying a new Police album I drove the Dart to the store only to discover, Outlandos D’Amour in hand, that I had forgotten my wallet and had to return home to get it. Peeling out of the parking space I clipped the right side of a green station wagon. I did what any resourceful seventeen year-old girl would do: Reparked on the far end of the mall and phoned Daddy. After all, it would have been too ironic to call the cops.

No comments:

Post a Comment

AddThis Widget (for sharing)

Crazy Egg (Analytics)