I was taking Mariah to Taco Time Friday to turn in her application for work. When we got in the car, she asked if she could drive. She is still accumulating her hours with her learners' permit so she can get her license. For some reason, I told her she couldn't drive this time.
Taco Time is only about four to five blocks from our home, at the corner of Main Street and 300 East. There was nothing different about this jaunt. I was talking to Mariah and I began to signal and then pull a bit to the right before I made my right turn into the parking lot. But as I was moving over to the right, there was a sound of two cars colliding. One of them happened to be mine. The other happened to be a teenage boy trying to pass me on the right side of a one lane road. It totally freaked me out. I don't know where he came from or why he thought he could pass on the right. The strange thing was he was mad at me!
Mariah and I are both glad that she wasn't driving. I was so upset, my chin was having an involuntary twitch for the next several hours. Luckily, the twitch is now gone and the dent in the front passenger side of the van really is slight. Thank heaven it wasn't as bad as it could have been.
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