In all my 26 years, I never got a speeding ticket. I'm a pretty safe driver. Well, one Saturday morning I was especially hungry for McDonald's, so I woke up my 2 year old daughter (I was a single mom) stripped her of her pajamas and wet diaper and just put her in a fresh diaper. I myself hadn't showered, just brushed my teeth and hair, and had left my pajamas on. I gathered her up into my 1990 chevy Cavalier with the paint peeling off and the brake pads that squeeked, and off to McDonalds we went. I got our breakfast and was halfway home when my daughter started to shreik (if you do not have children, fyi: they do this sometimes for fun) , so being the concerned mother, I turned around to make sure she was ok. of, course, she was, Just a little joke on Mom. (ha ha) Well, as I turned back around, I saw a car's rear bumper approaching fast. I slammed on my brakes, but couldn't stop in time. I think I was going 10 mph, but we still felt the impact. Well, my daught er was crying and the police showed up while I was in the back seat trying to calm her down and I noticed that the accident scared the crap out of her, literally. So, I take her in my arms so I can speak with the other driver and the police. All the while, my daughter is simultainiously screaming, wiggling, and stinking, and half naked, while I am in my pajamas with wild hair having a conversation about my chevy junker. I have never felt more like white trash than on that day, and I now refuse to leave the house without a shower and makeup, no matter how strong a McyD's craving gets. - Ohio |