{"id":18999,"date":"2024-02-09T09:57:00","date_gmt":"2024-02-09T15:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=18999"},"modified":"2024-02-16T10:04:21","modified_gmt":"2024-02-16T16:04:21","slug":"randomness-pt3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2024\/02\/09\/randomness-pt3\/","title":{"rendered":"Randomness pt3"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I love telling random stories. This might become a series. Enjoy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">My mom needs one of those bumper stickers that says, \u201cplease be patient student driver.\u201d I have a perfectly good explanation for this, I promise. I actually have a story for this. I was in my kitchen looking at my fridge which is COVERED with fridge magnets that my mom has collected from all over the US and Canada, when my mom walked in. I don\u2019t know why but the magnets reminded me of those student driver stickers. I looked from the fridge to my mom and said, \u201cYou need one of those student driver stickers for your car.\u201d she looked at me confused and said, \u201cWhat? No I don\u2019t! I\u2019m a great driver! I don\u2019t know what you&#8217;re talking about!\u201d I then proceeded to remind her of a couple of different things. For example, I reminded her about how when she was teaching my brother, Thomas, to drive, she taught him in her jeep which is a stick-shift. She told him the clutch was the gas, the gas was the break, and the break was the clutch. After Thomas stalled the jeep a couple of times he asked my mom if he got the pedals tight. Her exact response was, \u201cI don\u2019t know, let me get in the driver\u2019s seat and see.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Next, I reminded her of the time she and my brother came up here to Brookhaven for something and we went to one of the pizza places. My mom was driving my brother\u2019s car which also happens to be a clutch. As my mom was backing out of the space, the car started to roll forward. This is normal, Thomas\u2019 car does that. It rolls forward like three inches then backs up. Thomas, however, forgot about this and started panicking about how our mom was going to crash the car he just got. After a little bit of bantering my brother asked if he could drive. My mom was hangry and said something like, \u201cThomas, I&#8217;m already here and I\u2019m hungry and tired. Let&#8217;s just go.\u201d Thomas agreed with her for about 30 seconds before she started backing up. Thomas yelled at her to stop the car because she was about to crash into another car that was coming up behind us. That was a fun night.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Next, I reminded her of the time she tried to teach me how to drive. She also got the pedals mixed up for me. I told her she was wrong because I already knew which pedals were which. She said something like, \u201cOh f*** off\u201d I then started the jeep and put it into first great and started driving around an empty parking lot. She told me to go a little faster and go into second gear. I did. Then she told me to turn. I did. As soon as I turned she said, \u201cWOW HOLY S*** SLOW DOWN!\u201d me being me, I replied with, \u201cSlow down?!? You told me to go that fast and then turn!\u201d.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Another story I reminded her of was when it was the summer before I went into 4th grade. For some reason my mom decided to go to Target which was 45 minutes away instead of Walmart which was 15. As we approached Target she kept talking to herself asking where the entrance to get into the parking lot was. I told her and pointed it out. She said that wasn\u2019t it because it was too far away from the actual store. After about 6 trips around the block, lots of cursing (from my mom), and my mom telling me not to be a backseat driver, she finally took the turn I told her to. We arrived at Target shortly after. When we got there I said, \u201cSee, I told you so.\u201d she replied with, \u201cYou\u2019re grounded.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Last but not least, I reminded her of the time when I was about three, we were leaving Hobby Lobby. We got into the jeep and she turned her head around to start backing out of the spot. She pressed the gas and the jeep went forward. She hit a lamp post.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I ended my stories by saying to her, \u201cYou need one of those stickers.\u201d She said, \u201cI\u2026Well\u2026\u201d and walked away in defeat.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I love telling random stories. This might become a series. Enjoy. My mom needs one of those bumper stickers that says, \u201cplease be patient student driver.\u201d I have a perfectly good explanation for this, I promise. I actually have a story for this. I was in my kitchen looking at my fridge which is COVERED &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2024\/02\/09\/randomness-pt3\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Randomness pt3&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":93,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18999"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/93"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18999"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18999\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19067,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18999\/revisions\/19067"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18999"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18999"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18999"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}