This is kind of an embarrassing story, but it is a very important one for me. I have been driving since I was 16 (I know, that’s crazy right?) I like to consider myself a pretty darn good driver. I don’t think that tickets constitute your skill as a driver. I think the main thing that sets a good driver apart from a not so good one is the number of wrecks they’ve been in. When I say wrecks I am saying it doesn’t matter whose fault it is. I am pretty sure that every wreck is preventable. I have had 5 tickets in my life, all of them speeding, and I have been in one accident…technically. Ok, so I’ve been in one accident, and I hit a parked car…maybe I am more on the not so good driver side. Not completely on the bad driver side, but definitely leaning there.
I want to explain how exactly I hit a parked car. First off, I have known my wife since I was 15, and we dated when I was 17. She is beautiful, and I mean beautiful. Maybe I’ll post a picture if she’ll let me. She was a grade older than me in grade school, so I felt that I really needed to be cool to impress her. This particular story happened when I was a senior in high school and she was a freshman at BYU…. I thought I was doomed. Well, I always wanted to spend a lot of time with her to keep her from the horny freshman at BYU, so about three times a week I would pick her up from work and take her to lunch, or take her lunch. This particular incident happened when I was dropping her back off at work.
Harmon’s was right down the street from Rachel’s work, and we used to go there for lunch. I loved getting the Bolthouse fruit drinks. They are so rich and delicious. So I was drinking the “Berry Boost” and to my defense those drinks tickle your taste buds. Well as I was driving through her parking lot my mind was engulfed by the plethora of flavor in my mouth, and each gulp was better than the one before. The bottle was about a third of the way full at the time, and my gulps weren’t just sips. I full on wrenched my head back to get as much of this fruity goodness as possible. During one of those head-wrenching gulps, I let the drink down pretty fast hitting the bottom of the bottle against the steering wheel, and spilling that precious juice all over my shirt. While I had a mixture of emotions between laughter, sheer anger for spilling this manna from heaven, and utter amazement I let the car drift to my left, and I struck a parked car going about 15 miles per hour. It was really embarrassing to say the least. So my “lesson learned,” so to speak, is to never drink and drive…especially with a Bolthouse Farms drink.
I want to explain how exactly I hit a parked car. First off, I have known my wife since I was 15, and we dated when I was 17. She is beautiful, and I mean beautiful. Maybe I’ll post a picture if she’ll let me. She was a grade older than me in grade school, so I felt that I really needed to be cool to impress her. This particular story happened when I was a senior in high school and she was a freshman at BYU…. I thought I was doomed. Well, I always wanted to spend a lot of time with her to keep her from the horny freshman at BYU, so about three times a week I would pick her up from work and take her to lunch, or take her lunch. This particular incident happened when I was dropping her back off at work.
Harmon’s was right down the street from Rachel’s work, and we used to go there for lunch. I loved getting the Bolthouse fruit drinks. They are so rich and delicious. So I was drinking the “Berry Boost” and to my defense those drinks tickle your taste buds. Well as I was driving through her parking lot my mind was engulfed by the plethora of flavor in my mouth, and each gulp was better than the one before. The bottle was about a third of the way full at the time, and my gulps weren’t just sips. I full on wrenched my head back to get as much of this fruity goodness as possible. During one of those head-wrenching gulps, I let the drink down pretty fast hitting the bottom of the bottle against the steering wheel, and spilling that precious juice all over my shirt. While I had a mixture of emotions between laughter, sheer anger for spilling this manna from heaven, and utter amazement I let the car drift to my left, and I struck a parked car going about 15 miles per hour. It was really embarrassing to say the least. So my “lesson learned,” so to speak, is to never drink and drive…especially with a Bolthouse Farms drink.
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