Deny Deny Deny....

This week's Writer's Workshop was a pretty easy pick for me...

1.) Tell us about a lie you told that you later regretted.

This one goes down in history...

When I was 16 I got my driver's license. Oh the freedom! Oh the joy! Oh the responsibility! One particular Sunday afternoon I was driving to my grandma's house. She only lived about 15 minutes away, but the easiest way to get there was to drive on route 30 through town. I was sitting at a stoplight and things were going good... suddenly, I drifted into the car in front of me!! I wasn't paying attention and I was looking around.... Well, I was HORRIFIED!! Seeing as how we were in the far right lane, he took the next right turn and, well honestly, he didn't look like he was stopping and if he wasn't going to stop then I certainly wasn't going to stop... So I continued to go strait off to my grandma's house. Once I got there I looked at the bumper, not even a scratch. Come on, I didn't hit him that hard or anything!! No harm no foul... RIGHT???

Well a few days later the York County Sheriff's office called looking for my mom (who the car was registered under) about a hit and run on SATURDAY. My mom and I were at the movies on the day of the alleged hit and run. Phew... got out of that one. My mom invited them down to the house to look at the car. No marks, couldn't have possibly been in an accident. The cop showed up and as he talked with my parents I sat in my room on the phone with McMean, my bff. Her advice, if they have the wrong day and can't prove it... deny deny deny. Suddenly there was a knock on my door and my dad came in. "Did you hit a car on Sunday??" GULP... "Yes sir" "Well you better come down here and talk to the cop then." I hung up with McMean and there I was, about to get hulled off to jail for tapping the car in front of me never to go to prom or graduate or go to college!! I'd be an ex con for the rest of my life carving the days as they pass into my cell wall!!!

That's not really how it played out.... as you probably could guess. I got a ticket for $92 for reckless driving and since I left the scene of the accidnet, the guy claimed damage (I still don't know how) and I had to paint the outside of my dad's office building to pay for it. Oh yeah, I also had to sell one of my precious Beanie Babies. I had started collecting them before it was cool to collect them so I had some rare ones worth a lot of money.

So kids, don't EVER take your bff's advice when it comes to the cops... or at least make sure you have something of value to sell to make up for it!