A Close Call…With a Brick Wall…Part 1
Let me just start out by saying that my oldest teenager Kass, 16, is somewhat more proficient wielding a paintbrush than operating a motor vehicle. That should set the backdrop here.
Technically she should have her drivers license, being that she turned 16 in April, but she is still functioning with a driving permit at this point since she falls into the category of teens that I wrote about in a previous blog post – those who turn 16, meet criteria for getting a license, but for one reason or another have not gotten their license and are not driving independently. Well, Kass falls into that group of license eligible teens. In her case, God bless her, it is probably best for all mankind at this point.
Back to the brick wall incident…there we were, with Kass at the wheel here in town on a busy afternoon recently. We were in the suburban, a relatively heavy, safe, even formidable machine. My son Austin and a friend were in the backseat, I in the front, advising Kass, the driver. The Italians were still here and I thought – let’s pop by the Seafood Center for some shrimp for dinner – so we did – POP by, that is.
Upon arriving there, through very busy traffic, no less, we saw a prime parking space right up front by the very large glass window and very large brick wall. Kass pulled in like a champ towards the very large concrete parking space “marker” ( for lack of knowing exactly what those things are called). She attempted to push down “hard” on the brake but instead “lost her footing” and slammed down on the accelerator!! By the way, just at that moment, I had bent over to retrieve my wallet from my purse – so when I felt the lunge, I quickly looked up, to see nothing but Brick Wall in front of me – not to mention the glass window – with people on the other side, staring wild eyed at the oncoming hefty suburban!!
Want to know what happened next? Find out in part 2 of my story, coming later this week!
I am on the edge of my seat!!!!
Sounds like you were too!!!