"Uh, who's this?
"Vernon, it's Taylor."
"Taylor who? Oh right. Why are you calling me from-" I heard a muffled sound as he turned around in the car to look for me. "Oh." "OOHHH!"
They were pulling out of the parking lot, never noticing that I wasn't there. I was almost left in an amusement park and that's how it happened.
My mom sent me a text that reads, " May need you to
drive us to [the] barbershop in the morning". I enjoy driving, but I do
not feel that I have driven on enough occasions to drive folk to appointments
and such. I was stunned by this text. The only car that I have driven is my
grandfather's Kia, which is substantially smaller than my mom's Lincoln. My
fingers are crossed--not literally because I'm typing--in hopes that I won't
have to drive. I mean I would love to, but I'm uncertain of my driving skills.
I'm still in the "driving too fast while turning" stage. As I think
though, this would be an opportunity to practice with my mom, which I have not