Spawn
When my mom told me about this site, I was amused that she had (or even knew about) a blog. Whenever she writes a new entry in it, she reads it to me much to my amusement, and so now, I think that some of the stories deserve my point of view.
See, I am Ms. Karen's Spawn. And, yes, that first time she took me out driving was also the last, and to this day, i really don't like driving when she's in the car with me. To my defense, that night was dark when i almost hit the mail box, and mom was able to read those nice people's mail (well, I don't actually know how friendly they were, but I get the feeling that they wouldn't be all that nice if I hit their mail box), and i didn't see the pothole that probably could have hidden a mack truck deep in its depths and still have room to spare, and the shouting didn't help. Okay, I guess I don't have much of a defense other than I was still learning, and Driver's Ed was really boring. But Mom took me out driving again, only a couple of months ago. When she got a new car, she picked out a beautiful red manual suv, and I happened to mention that I have always wanted to learn how to drive a manual transmission. She took me out driving, and after much lurching around parking lots, I finally got the hang of stopping and then moving again without killing the car. Mom keeps saying that it was a horrible experience for her, but I really was getting the hang of it. I don't really have any other available stick-shifts around, and Himself (Mom's Stun-in-Law) keeps saying that he wants a stick-shift (kind of makes me wonder sometimes), but has done nothing about it. That could be because we just got back from a week-long trip to Poland, and we really don't have the funds to buy a new car (or even one that has seen better days, unless someone has a car out there for about $5.90, which is about what I have in my pocket right now) car dealerships would laugh us off the lot if we told them how much we had for a down payment (there's that $5.90 again), so all in all, if Mom wants me to learn how to drive her car, then she's going to have to let go of the mailbox incident and start out with a clean slate when it comes to my driving and her opinion of it (a clean slate that will be promptly marred by much more lurching around parking lots).
See, I am Ms. Karen's Spawn. And, yes, that first time she took me out driving was also the last, and to this day, i really don't like driving when she's in the car with me. To my defense, that night was dark when i almost hit the mail box, and mom was able to read those nice people's mail (well, I don't actually know how friendly they were, but I get the feeling that they wouldn't be all that nice if I hit their mail box), and i didn't see the pothole that probably could have hidden a mack truck deep in its depths and still have room to spare, and the shouting didn't help. Okay, I guess I don't have much of a defense other than I was still learning, and Driver's Ed was really boring. But Mom took me out driving again, only a couple of months ago. When she got a new car, she picked out a beautiful red manual suv, and I happened to mention that I have always wanted to learn how to drive a manual transmission. She took me out driving, and after much lurching around parking lots, I finally got the hang of stopping and then moving again without killing the car. Mom keeps saying that it was a horrible experience for her, but I really was getting the hang of it. I don't really have any other available stick-shifts around, and Himself (Mom's Stun-in-Law) keeps saying that he wants a stick-shift (kind of makes me wonder sometimes), but has done nothing about it. That could be because we just got back from a week-long trip to Poland, and we really don't have the funds to buy a new car (or even one that has seen better days, unless someone has a car out there for about $5.90, which is about what I have in my pocket right now) car dealerships would laugh us off the lot if we told them how much we had for a down payment (there's that $5.90 again), so all in all, if Mom wants me to learn how to drive her car, then she's going to have to let go of the mailbox incident and start out with a clean slate when it comes to my driving and her opinion of it (a clean slate that will be promptly marred by much more lurching around parking lots).
posted by Morrigan Le Fey at 8:07 AM
1 Comments:
Gosh, dear, I'd love to let go of the mail box, but I believe it is still lodged under my right arm.
Good to see you've kept your sense of humor about it. As for taking my car out again...let me check my schedule...hmmm, I think we may be able to arrange a "cold day" with the proper offering of caffeine.
Love,
Og.
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