This blog is dedicated to my mom.
This is not related to your post, but it is a dialogue.We sit down to dinner. Mom "No one say the "s" word tonight"Me (mouthing the words) "SEX?!"Mom shakes her head no.Me: "SHIT?!"Mom shakes her head no.Me: "SEX YOU UP?"Mom shakes her head no.Me: "SACRILEGE?"Mom: "It's . . . political."Me: "Oh! SERBIA!"Mom shakes her head no.Several silent moments pass.Mom whispers to me "Sarah Palin."Me: "That's a P word."
My first lesson driving stick shift:Me: aaaa!!!! I am approaching the main road! What do I do! I have to stop! oh my god!!!Nick: The car is stalled. It has been stalled for at least fifteen seconds. You're ok.Me: Oh.
Also, Jamie, "SEX YOU UP" was the best answer!
Yes, SEX YOU UP was the best answer, I agree. Although jumping directly to Serbia was an inspired moment as well.I think stalling is a blessing of first stick shift lessons everywhere.
First time driving a stick:I professed to know already and took my mom's '86 Civic to town with Bret in the car. I was doing ok except for when I got to the public library trying to figure out how to make it stay in the parking place. My parents never used the e brake and I didn't know you had to park it in gear. So I made Bret hold it in place until I got back. He loved that.Leigh
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