Once Upon A Time.......
.....I lived in Colorado Springs. I was 17 and my little sister was 15. As mentioned before in earlier blogs, I used to drive a 1979, Oldsmobile, Delta 88, to and fro. During a particularly challenging part of my teen-hood my parents were less then happy with me - so conversations were dry and icy.That being said:
One night at 2 a.m. my angry mother comes storming in to my bedroom intent on disturbing my peaceful rest. She poked me and this conversation ensued:
Mom: "Jessica. Jess_i_ca! Go and get your car out of the yard!"
Jess: "My WHAT out of the Huh?!"
Mom: "YOUR CAR. OUT OF THE YARD. YOUR _ CAR _ IS _ IN _ THE _ YARD!"
Jess: "No it's not! I'm sleeping!"
Mom: "Yes it is -- I heard the horn honk."
Irritated, I went outside and sure enough my car had rolled back in to the grassy knoll in the middle of the culdesac. Why was it there? I didn't know so I went back to bed.
Minutes later my Mother comes in to my room and says, all annoyed,
Mom: "Never mind, it was your sister!"
Jess: "My what??"
Mom: "Your sister. She tried to steal the car -- but the horn honked and the steering wheel locked when she put it in neutral so it just rolled straight back in to the yard."
Jess: "Really?"
Mom: "I found her and *friend* hiding under the dash. Go back to bed."
Needless to say I was miffed. I guess because it was in the wee hours of the mourn no one noticed that this was completely out of character for my sister. Didn't it seem odd to anyone else that she backed the car out in neutral, honked the horn, hid under the dash, and still made decent grades? What the fuck? I don't think she even got grounded.
For some reason these stories from my childhood have been entertaining me on my way home from work. I completely forgot about this story until today. Maybe they're coming to me because Eric's family always sits around the table during family events and talks about funny kid stories. Maybe I'm jealous and want to compete. Maybe I just like laughing at my sister because she totally fucked up a good chance to sneak out the car. Who knows. Back to my wine....
posted by Jessiedc28 @ 6:38 PM
2 Comments:
I so remember this. The funny thing is that I successfully stole THEIR car the night before...and where di I go? Ft. Carson!
Yes, she was always the good one. I snuck out often but I never got caught. Well one night I snuck out to stay at my boyfriends for a few hours and we fell asleep. I woke up at 9am the next day and had to call my Mom to tell her where I was. I don't know if that's being caught or telling on myself?
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