amazngj's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Grease 2 is the funniest musical ever made I think the best way to tell this story is to rewind twelve years, and start at the beginning, July 12th, 1991. It was Dennis' night off at camp, as well as Jeff (Peanut), Joey Barton and "Slacken" McCracken. I had already had my night off on Tuesday, so I certainly wasn't eligible for another day off a mere three days later. They were desperate to get to the mall, but noone had a car, or a license. I happened to have a license, and I was willing to sneak out of camp, but we still did not have a car. My parents had just surprised me the week before by telling me that bought me a 1984 Volkswagan Golf, but that was at their house, I was too young to have a car at camp with me. But, Chris Scheetz had a car at camp, and he happened to be taking a nap with his keys in plain site, so their problems were solved. As with all leaves from camp, we had to stop at the Sheetz in New Florence to pick up sodas and the latest "Penthouse Letters." Dennis was in the passenger seat, and the backseat held Barton, Peanut and Slacken, who were taking turns reading the magazine stories to us for amusement. We reached Greensburg and ran into the Westmorland Mall, running through the second floor to the bookstore that sold the newest role playing game, that was the object of the excursion. As we reached the storefront, the gate was being closed, and despite our begging, we would not be allowed in. There was another mall, just slightly up the road, and we neively believed that maybe we could get to that one before it closed, so we raced there. As we approached the entrance, upon witnissing the mass exoduc of cars from their parking lot, we knew we would be too late, and we past the entrance and turned around at the top of the next hill. We headed back towards camp, and decided to stop at the Pizza place back by the next mall. As we sat at the traffic light, I happened to glance back at Peanut, who was reading the current story, and I noticed the red and blue flashing light over his head. I informed the troops that we had a cop on our tail, and they began panicing about having the magazine and having the interior light on, which they were sure is illegal, and the reason for us being pulled over. Their solution was to empty the contents of the glove box onto the floor, and claim that we turned on the light to put everything back in. Meanwhile, I was trying to figure out how to pull over from the left lane. I flipped off the turn signal and then turned on the right signal. At this point the police, thinking that we were trying to flee, got on the loudspeaker and instructed me, "When the light turns green, turn into the K-Mart parking lot and pull over." I then tried to wave, nod and flash my lights to let him know I understood, and wasn't trying to flee. As we pulled into the parking lot, I informed the gang that we were probably being pulled over because I had been going about ninety. This was my first speeding ticket. I was grounded from driving for six weeks, which wasn't bad, because that was only for two weeks after camp, and we were doing the cub day camp in white oak park for those two weeks. The first day of cub camp, I was able to convince my mother that it would be more convenient for her if I drove to camp, and I would pick up Dennis, and then she wouldn't have to take us. This happened to be August 12th, 1991, one month after the speeding ticket. My mother specified that she would be checking the mileage daily, so any extra driving we wanted to get away with, we knew we would have to do the first day, so we would be able to disguise the driving of the next two weeks. So, during lunch, we set out to visit Tracy, Dennis' girlfriend at the time, who lived just down the road in Little Boston. As we were getting ready to head back to camp, I casually mentioned that I seemed to be having some problems with my brakes, but joked, "If you hear a loud squeel and then a crash in the distance, don't worry, it's just us." A few minutes later, it was. I had slammed on the brakes in reaction to the small town's former police chief turning in front of me to go to the post office. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and didn't use a turn signal. Both cars were totaled. Obviously my mother found out we left camp. If I have to drive on the twelfth of any month, I try to make sure that Dennis is not in the passenger seat. I avoid driving on the Twenty-eighth when Jon Shanter is in the passenger seat. (three tickets, one accident) I avoid driving on the thirty-first when Bridget Potts is in the passenger seat (one major accident). I am now in a unique situation, yesterday was the thirtieth (a new number) and I was alone in the car (a new situation) when I was rear ended. Her car looks much worse than mine, you have to look underneath for the damage to my car. My puzzling new situation is this: On whom can I superstitiously blame this one? 01:32 - 31 August 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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