Oh, me and cars do not get along. LOL


I got married really young. My ex-husband did not like the idea of me driving, so I didn't get my driver's licence untill we divorced. My dad taught me how to drive and I was doing really good. Finally, I went to take my driver's test.
I took my mom's car because it was an automatic and I was used to driving it. I drove with my dad in the car to the testing station. They told me it would be another hour before they could test me so me and my dad decided to get a bite to eat.
I pulled into a nearby resteraunt and started to park. The parking lot had a brick wall facing it. I pulled in and...
hit the gas instead of the break! I severly dented the bumper of the car and went and cried myself silly in the restrauant. Iwas so stressed that when I took my driver's test, I ran a stop sign and failed.


That was seven years ago. Just two weeks ago, a police officer pulled my mom over on the way to work. We both work at the same place, so I just ride in with her. We are in the same car I dented the bumper in. The officer said that he pulled us over because he got a report of someone in a car similar to my mom's running over mail boxes. My mom, who is not good under pressure, goes into a crying fit and hystericlly tells the officer that there is a dent on the front of her car but that it's all my fault and she swears she never hit a mail box in her entire life. She tells the cop the entire story of how I hit the brick wall! I have friends on the police force and now they all know! They call me "Lisa Lead Foot" and refuse to let me drive them anywhere.