I was drinking down at the VFW in Plattsmouth, NE one evening, ONE MILE from my apartment. I always walked, so I could drink to excess if I so chose, and still make it home, as the VFW was only ONE MILE from my apartment. One evening we decided to take the party to my place, and everyone headed that way, leaving me and this gentleman about 50. He said he'd drive. I knew he'd been drinking, but I only lived ONE MILE from the VFW. I've always heard that you're never supposed to get in the car when someone's been drinking, but since I only lived ONE MILE from the VFW, I thought it would be ok.
IT WAS THE LONGEST MILE OF MY LIFE!
First, he put the car in reverse and floored the accelerator throwing me forward and heading straight back towards another car in the parking lot - I thought we were going to hit it full steam, but then he slammed on the brakes throwing me back as we screeched to a halt just inches from the car. We hadn't even left the parking lot, and I knew I had made a mistake.
He put the car in drive and floored the accelerator pushing me back into my seat as he fishtailed left and right down the center of the road, weaving towards parked cars on both sides of the street, running a stop sign, then slamming on his brakes on the other side of the street in time-delay acknowledgement of the stop sign. I managed to get my seat belt on.
He floored the accelerator but missed the dog-leg, instead driving through three people's lawns, and exiting between two parked cars on the street - I DON'T KNOW HOW WE MISSED THEM.
It was crazy - it was insane! I LEARNED MY LESSON!
Some guy drove thorough your yard?
He was probably drunk.
