'Young lady, Did you realize that was a real stop sign you just ran? You did not make a 3-second, 4-wheel stop?'He made that statement just after tapping on my window with his 'billy stick'...yep, to get me to roll down my window.
One of our youth was killed a few years back in an fiery highway accident with a transfer truck. This changed many lives in many ways, and we will never forget him...
"guess I looked back a 'gang banger' in my silver-blue Beetle with my Mother." (he didn't show in court; the judge gave me a warning and $25 court costs.) So there, Mr. Rooky, sir.
(He was so sweet and helpful...always my 'strong arm' helping with boxes of pizza or other food.)
Before babygirl was born, we witnessed a motorcyclist t-bone a car (who ran out in front of him), flying over two cars and landing in front of us. Thankfully, Hubs was a 'Red Cross' first responder and knew exactly what to do...holding the cyclist down until the ambulance got there.
(The really scary part: He had just dropped off their 5yo daughter at grandpa's house before getting hit).Seat belts weren't involved in riding in a car until my teen years. I would roll myself up in a ball in the backseat floor board, listening to the tires on the myriad of pavements as we would traveled to Florida for family vacations.
(Maybe I need to do that on hormonal nights when I can't sleep; maybe hubs would be willing to drive me around while I lie in the backseat floor board!)
Come join in at MOCHA WITH LINDA...I want to hear your adventures.