I was riding shot gun with my hear un-done in the front sear of his car. Yeah, that’s what was happening but I wasn’t sure if I was going to be killed. I was sitting in Joe’s car in an abandoned parking lot. The perfect place to practice driving.
“Well, I think you should put the key in the slot and twist it,” I said. Joe nodded.
“I know that!” He took the key out of his pocket and jammed it into the slot. He tried twisting it but it wouldn’t budge.
“Come on you darn thing!” he mumbled. This was going to be harder than I thought. I reached over and twisted the key. The car started at once. Joe turned beat red.
“Okay, then,” he said. He pressed his foot down on the gas pedal and the car lurched forward.
“Ahhhhh!” he yelped. The car kept on moving.
“Take your foot off the pedal!” I yelped. The car slammed into a tree and the air bags blew up. My neck snapped back as the car came to a dead stop.
“Sorry!” said Joe.
“It’s okay!” I said as the air bags deflated. I wasn’t helping much.