I’m glad your daughter’s okay, Taters. Sorry about the car.
I have a great (funny, no one hurt) car story about Tall Blonde Friend’s brother, who has (I think) MS. He’s mentally challenged, big and friendly, enthusiastic, really nice kid. He was home alone, parents at the gold course, and he noticed his Mom’s car windows were down. There’s an extra set of car keys in the desk, and he’s used them to help empty the trunk and so on.
So he goes and gets them, and starts the car.
And slams it into drive,
And slams it into their front porch and decorative iron railing.
And panics, somehow gets it into reverse (it’s not automatic), and squeals backwards across the street, putting a full-length scratch on the neighbour’s car, and hits the retaining wall (concrete) on his neighbour’s house, going about sixty.
Neighbours all come out, mill around, see that it’s Graeme (they all know him) and call the police, because it’s more that $1000 damage.
The police come and ask to see his driver’s licence, with him wailing, “I just wanted to put the windows up! I just wanted to put the windows up!”, determine that he doesn’t need to be arrested, and call the paramedics to have him checked out.
Ambulance comes, Graeme’s fine, ask him if there’s anyone they can call, he tells them to call Tall Blonde Friend.
Police can’t take the car- it’s smoking slightly. Call firetruck.
By the time Tall Blonde Friend got there in a cab, Graeme was running around with a phone book, trying desperately to get someone to call a tow truck. He understood that he was in huge trouble, and if the car was gone, his parents wouldn’t know? Right? Right?
The 1 1/2 ft off the car, collapsed parts of houses, and caution tape would be totally unnoticeable.
Find the golf course number, track down parents. Parents get home, look at wreck, sigh.
They all went out for dinner. No one felt like cooking.