Drive By

That last post I made reminds me of something I actually have done.

Drive by snow balls.

It used to be a lot of fun, I'd drive and throw snow balls, the kids would throw snow balls out the back window. It was great.

Wasn't too often we actually hit anyone, but it was great fun trying.

Crawling Traffic

Sometimes when traffic is moving slow, and I am at the end of a long line of cars, I like to throw candy out the window like I’m in a parade.

This can get awkward during funeral processions.

Getting Big

I drove past a kid playing in his yard today and I was reminded of something. This kid and I have a past.

A good four or five years ago, on my way home from the gorcery store, there was a house that I would pass with a stop sign in it's yard. On three occassions a young boy who lived there chased a ball into the street, inches from my car. Fortunately, I have the reflexes of a ninja, and was able to stop in time each time. His dad always seemed thankful.

Anyway, that was the kid. And he's gotten big.

I asked him if he still ran out in front of cars. He just looked at me strange. But I get that alot.

Can you go to Hell for this?

On the day after Christmas, the family and I (the wife, kids, and my parents.. and I) decided that it would be a good day to go to the movies, figuring everyone would be at the stores and not in the theatres. We were wrong on that.

But that's beside the point. As we were driving to the theatre, we had to stop behind the car in front of us as they were attempting to turn left. Traffic was pretty thick, so the wait was fairly long. Then, suddenly, there was an opening. It was a good sized opening too, not one of those "maybe I can make it" openings, more like "maybe three or four cars can make it".

Naturally though, the idiots in front of us don't so much as inch forward. My reaction of course was to lay on the horn and stick the power finger out the window.

On the next opening in traffic, they turned. I like to think they turned due to my prompting, but who knows.Anyway, as they turned, I was able to see who was in the car. The car was stacked full of nuns. It was almost like they had a contest to see how many nuns they could fit into the vehicle. So basicaly I said "f**k you" to a bunch of nuns.

So I ask you, is this one of those things I'm going to have to explain to Jesus before I can get into heaven?