Well, THAT was terrifying.

Today, my mother made me drive her to the gas station.

Okay, maybe I should elaborate, as that generally does not strike fear into the hearts of small children.


I should start by saying I only have a learner's permit, first of all. While I'm passable at driving in general, my mother's car is a bit different as it has a stick shift. And I've only driven said stick shift on the road ONCE, and in a parking lot only a handful of times. Do you see what I mean yet?

My mother comes into my room, and being too drunk to drive she announces that I have to drive her to the gas station. I think it's about 12:45 AM, and somehow the idea of driving a car I can barely work with only a (very!) drunk person as my safety net at night is... horrifying. (Though thinking back on it, there ARE less cars at night, and less targets = good.)
Getting down to the gas station is fairly uneventful. I crank the clutch a little harder than I should, yeah, but it needs to be replaced anyway. At least the car moves.

So Mom gets her cigarettes, and I get some junk food because I've been craving it all damn day, and we get back into the car and head off.. sort of.

There are several things wrong here. First of all, I am parked on a hill. Damnit. I figure I'll just punch it and get out of there, right? Right? NO! The damn car won't move! I try five, ten times until the car is actually smoking and it smells horrible and my mom is cursing at me and I have no idea why it won't move because I'm doing it the same way I did all the way up here. She gets into the driver's seat (a little scary) and... oh, I left the car in third. That's why it wouldn't go.

One would think that moving the stick would be the simple part, but I've found it's extremely easy to put the car in fourth instead of second or fifth instead of third when you don't exactly have time to look down. So evidently, having been distracted by turning and not hitting things, I put the car in the wrong gear and was too stupid to check before taking off. Oops.

Obviously, since I'm not writing from a hospital bed, my mother lets me drive us home after moving the car off that fucking hill. The ride home went fairly well, by the way, because I was watching what gear I was in more closely. xD

Long story short: Hills are scary, and you have to start your car in first gear 4srs.
This is a good lesson. Because the car I'm supposedly getting is a stick. Menewshans in Colorado beware, Fabs is in ur roadz hittin ur childrenz.