When I was 16, after I had my license for a few weeks, my dad asked me to go to Kroger’s to get some broccoli for dinner. My sister Jill went too. She would not SHUT UP and complained the entire trip. This distracted me.
The car in front had no break lights and had slowed to a stop to pull in their driveway. I hit the car at 20MPH and Jill’s face made a perfect mold in the front windshield. She was bleeding badly and I ran to the nearest house and asked to use the phone. We called an ambulance and I also called my dad. Before I hung up the phone and walked outside, I saw my dad running up the street.
To this day, I don’t know how he ran a half mile in less than 5 seconds? Of course, I got in big trouble. But, in truth, it really really was Jill’s fault. 🙂