by Kristen King on January 2, 2009
(www.sass-pants.com) — I think it was God’s way of telling me that fast food really is bad for me. Okay, not really, but I won’t be swinging by the local McDonald’s for a snack again any time soon. When I stopped for a Big Mac Meal on Tuesday, I got in a car accident in the parking lot.
Let me describe the setup for you:
The building is fairly long and narrow, and perpendicular to the road. There is parking on all sides. If you’re facing the front, the drive-thru line starts on the right and exits on the left. The right side is one way toward the back of the building and the left side is one way toward the front of the building. When you exit the drive-thru, you can go straight out onto the road or you can drive through the one-way lane in front of the building, cross over the parking-lot entrance, and exit through the adjacent business’ parking lot. This is what I was trying to do on Tuesday.
I looked both ways, double-checked to make sure no one was pulling in from the road, and proceeded across the McDonald’s lot to exit next door since the drive-thru line was completely blocking the rear exit. And then, CRUNCH! The woman who was last in line for the drive-thru apparently got impatient and decided she wanted out. So, she backed up. Right into my car. [click to continue…]
by Kristen King on December 18, 2008
(www.sass-pants.com) — I recently rediscovered a stash of childhood journals, which include some laugh-out-loud entries. Like this one.
Dear Journal,
I just got back from the Lake Tranquility 4th of July party. The fireworks were awesome!
I stayed afterward, until Daddy had finished cleaning up the display. C. and I hung out together, and she told me that T.A. (M.’s little bro) wants her to go out with him…and to prove it, he French kissed her! She’s going out with R. (don’t even ask), so she doesn’t know what to say.
Speaking of M., I saw him tonight, too. He was majorly drunk. I’m not sure how much of what he’d had, but it must have been a lot. Plus, he was smoking, and he even offered C. and me a cigarette!
I’m so worried about him. I know that we’re not close, but we’re still friendly. I mean, he has the potential to be anything or anyone, but he’s throwing it away for a can of beer and a temporary high.
I don’t know what to do! Should I call him to make sure he’s alright, or should I just forget about it?
Dazed and concerned,
Kristen
P.S. I’m single, lonely, and 14 (still never been kissed)!
Okay then! This one’s not too bad because at least I remember who all of these people are, unlike many, many entries I’ve read over the last few days. But “throwing it all away for a can of beer and a temporary high”??? I can’t say I disagree with the logic, but seriously, what 14-year-old talks like that? Apparently I did. Maybe it was all the dazedness and concern. Or maybe the loneliness or lack of kissing. Who knows…
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