This is pretty pointless, but I want to get it off my chest…
I get home from work tonight about 9:30, and my older brother is standing outside. He’s ghostly pale. I took one look at him, “what happened?”
Him: “I wrecked Dad’s car”
Me: “really?”
H: “Yeah”
M: “You’re not kidding?”
H: “Yeah”
My dad had a brand new Infinity G 35. It was his baby. He loves his cars, and no one touches them. Ever. He gets worried if we get too close to it while it’s parked in the garage. Very protective of this car.
And apparently, while my dad was at a hockey game, my brother borrowed the car for a joyride. And was going at least 60mph when he missed a turn and went through a barrier and skidded 50+ feet in the dirt. The front wheels now point in opposite directions, and the side’s all ripped up. He got a friend to pick him up, and now he appears to be in shock.
Well, I immediatly think that he left the scene of an accident, and that’s a crime. So, I sit my brother down, figure out where the accident happened, call the police, and than we go back to the accident to meet the officer there. It’s bad. very bad. Thankfully, no one was hurt.
We had also left a note for our parents to call me. My brother is talking to an officer and my dad calls.
Dad: “What happened?”
Me: “Can I talk to mom?”
D: “No, what happened?”
M: “Can I please talk to mom?”
D: “No, just tell me what happened!”
M: “Brother got in an accident with friend”
D: "In his car?
M: “No”
D: “In friends car?”
M: “No”
D: “Well, what car was it?”
M: Deep breath. “It was your car”
Dad starts yelling and screaming. Thankfully, Mom gets him calmed down a little prior to his seeing brother again. We were prepared for my brother to leave, he was all packed to go.
Finally, we got the car towed, got back home, some how my dad has not yet killed my brother… but it’s still been a very long night.