After learning to drive in the Mali, he proved me wrong; getting his learner’s license meant his wings were no longer completely clipped.
By that time I had an old Pontiac Lemans. It had 6 seat belts and a ton of the finest steel Chicago ever made. It was a brick house rolling down the road. Thankfully.
We came to a four way stop with Thing 2 driving. Traffic lights, turning lights, the whole she-bang. He waited until the turning light was completely red (he was actually in the correct turning lane) and GUNNED it through the intersection on a red light and left turn. I really didn’t think that old car could burn rubber, but she sure did on that one. The tires –squealed-!
I wasn’t calm anymore. The rest of my kids were in the back seat. It was a major “white knuckle” moment.
We made it through that intersection, then another, and another.. and finally turned onto the access road. We’d survived this far, so I really thought we were doing well.
Oops. I thought wrong again. My car stuttered. She picked up, then stuttered again and puttered out.
As we sat there on the access road, hot as hell, four kids in the car, I looked at the dash panel. We were out of gas. Satan would have had his hands full with me at that particular moment.
He’d driven by seven, yes SEVEN, gas stations and he never stopped to get gas. MAMA WAS PAYING FOR IT!!! WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?
His answer was “I thought you were keeping up with it.” Commander and Chief, also known as the driver in charge, should never ask someone else to check the gauges, and I couldn’t see the gauges from the passenger side anyway.
He walked back to the gas station with a can, we were all hot and miserable, but we finally got to where ever we were going intact.
Yes, I’ve survived them. So far…
A jack of all trades, Ms. Tuggle has been a Covington resident since the late 70’s. She's been a K-Mart cashier, cabinet builder, vet tech, office manager for a beef cattle ranch and water well company (where she was able to hold benefits for D.A.R.E. and Scouts), a court reporter, business manager, assistant at a private investigation firm, legal assistant, convenience store clerk, landscaper and elementary school substitute teacher. Her greatest pleasure is being a wife, mother and grandmother. Her stories are all real, and all names will be withheld to protect the innocent, and also maybe the guilty, depending on the crime & the Statute of Limitations.
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