d_asian_guy
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Yesterday morning, darling Michael fell in the shower and decided to knock himself out.
We took him to the hopital and they decided to do the 'keep him for observations."
The weather here is horrible and living out in the country, the idea of salting or plowing -- just put it this way, it don't happen. I believe there is a law that you are required to have 4 wheel drive because you are on your own out here.
They cancelled school and this morning at 6:30 Michael called. Guess he was driving the nurses nuts enough to let him go home.
I brought the kids over to Rose & Charlie's (Flamers Mom and step Dad) and was going to leave. Rose looks terrified and goes "You are going alone?"
Well -- ahh -- yeah. I know everyone thinks I'm a terrible driver but I''l be fine.
As I'm about to leave, Flamer shows up. His mother sent him and we all know you do what your Mom says to do.
Flamer wants to drive. NOW I'm miffed. I'm 26 years old and I can drive. Really!
That was my first mistake. :nono:
I have a 08 Toyota Sweepstakes Tundra. I have it in four wheel drive. Flamer is nagging -- I mean telling me -- that I need to slow down and then he gets prissy.
"Look City boy," he huffs, "Four wheel drive does NOT mean you can't get in an accident."
Miffed again, we start arguing --
and then as if God was listening to Flamer, the truck suddenly hits black ice and I'm sliding.
Flamer screams "Don't hit the brakes hard" just as I hit the brakes hard.
You know where this is going, don't you?
Right into a TREE. Slammed the back of the truck into it.
Flamer and I are both shook and before he can a word, I hit the gas, get back up on the road --
And RIGHT down the other side of the road and now hit the front of the car into another tree.
Two for two.
I am about to get snippy with Flamer and say something like "Don't start on me"
But in this very angry and deep voice, he snarles "Get out of the car."
Ever see the Movie "The Amityville Horror?" Remember when the house says "Get out."
I am there.
Of course, it was white people in Amityville horror. If it was Asians, we would have bought the house and turned it into some money making profit, giving the demon a percentage or something. But that's another story, I'm sure :error:
I am now standing in the grass by the car, wondering if he is going to leave me.
He gives me another nasty look. Hey! I'm a guy! I don't have to be treated like taht.
Sarcastically I go, "You know, you will get at least 20 years if you kill me"
And Flamer is staring at me and says calmly "Not unless they find the body."
Now I'm wondering if he is going to kill me.
He pulls the keys out of the truck, walks around it and looks at the damage. Nothing major and it's still drivable and we're both still alive. I am right now, in the next few minutes, I may NOT be.
He won't kill me, Michael wouldn't like that.
Right??? :scratch:
We get in and of course Flamer is driving now.
Stupidly, I say "Don't tell Michael what happened."
He looks at me in total disbelief.
"You think he won't notice the smashed grill, broken light, broken tailgate or smashed front or rear bumpers?!!!"
Now, he's scaring me again. He's got that look again. I don't say another thing until we get to the hospital.
Takes us forever to get to the hopsital. Michael is in the waiting area.
He gives me a kiss and realizes something is wrong. I tell him that I wrecked the car.
Oh that isn't enough. In the middle of the waiting room, Flamer LOUDLY is explaining what happened.
This is a small regional hospital. I am sure half of those people either know Flamer or Michael. And more than a few are trying to put magazines up to their face when the drama queen is explaining how the city boy wrecked the truck. :laughing: :laughing:
Michael is grinning at the story. I cna't help but smile. Flamer is a bit -- ah ---- gay when he tells things? Oh the drama!
And how was YOUR day??
:laughing: :laughing:
We took him to the hopital and they decided to do the 'keep him for observations."
The weather here is horrible and living out in the country, the idea of salting or plowing -- just put it this way, it don't happen. I believe there is a law that you are required to have 4 wheel drive because you are on your own out here.
They cancelled school and this morning at 6:30 Michael called. Guess he was driving the nurses nuts enough to let him go home.
I brought the kids over to Rose & Charlie's (Flamers Mom and step Dad) and was going to leave. Rose looks terrified and goes "You are going alone?"
Well -- ahh -- yeah. I know everyone thinks I'm a terrible driver but I''l be fine.
As I'm about to leave, Flamer shows up. His mother sent him and we all know you do what your Mom says to do.
Flamer wants to drive. NOW I'm miffed. I'm 26 years old and I can drive. Really!
That was my first mistake. :nono:
I have a 08 Toyota Sweepstakes Tundra. I have it in four wheel drive. Flamer is nagging -- I mean telling me -- that I need to slow down and then he gets prissy.
"Look City boy," he huffs, "Four wheel drive does NOT mean you can't get in an accident."
Miffed again, we start arguing --
and then as if God was listening to Flamer, the truck suddenly hits black ice and I'm sliding.
Flamer screams "Don't hit the brakes hard" just as I hit the brakes hard.
You know where this is going, don't you?
Right into a TREE. Slammed the back of the truck into it.
Flamer and I are both shook and before he can a word, I hit the gas, get back up on the road --
And RIGHT down the other side of the road and now hit the front of the car into another tree.
Two for two.
I am about to get snippy with Flamer and say something like "Don't start on me"
But in this very angry and deep voice, he snarles "Get out of the car."
Ever see the Movie "The Amityville Horror?" Remember when the house says "Get out."
I am there.
Of course, it was white people in Amityville horror. If it was Asians, we would have bought the house and turned it into some money making profit, giving the demon a percentage or something. But that's another story, I'm sure :error:
I am now standing in the grass by the car, wondering if he is going to leave me.
He gives me another nasty look. Hey! I'm a guy! I don't have to be treated like taht.
Sarcastically I go, "You know, you will get at least 20 years if you kill me"
And Flamer is staring at me and says calmly "Not unless they find the body."
Now I'm wondering if he is going to kill me.
He pulls the keys out of the truck, walks around it and looks at the damage. Nothing major and it's still drivable and we're both still alive. I am right now, in the next few minutes, I may NOT be.
He won't kill me, Michael wouldn't like that.
Right??? :scratch:
We get in and of course Flamer is driving now.
Stupidly, I say "Don't tell Michael what happened."
He looks at me in total disbelief.
"You think he won't notice the smashed grill, broken light, broken tailgate or smashed front or rear bumpers?!!!"
Now, he's scaring me again. He's got that look again. I don't say another thing until we get to the hospital.
Takes us forever to get to the hopsital. Michael is in the waiting area.
He gives me a kiss and realizes something is wrong. I tell him that I wrecked the car.
Oh that isn't enough. In the middle of the waiting room, Flamer LOUDLY is explaining what happened.
This is a small regional hospital. I am sure half of those people either know Flamer or Michael. And more than a few are trying to put magazines up to their face when the drama queen is explaining how the city boy wrecked the truck. :laughing: :laughing:
Michael is grinning at the story. I cna't help but smile. Flamer is a bit -- ah ---- gay when he tells things? Oh the drama!
And how was YOUR day??
:laughing: :laughing:
