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On our first date I decided to take my future wife to a pool hall. I know it’s not the ideal first date, but it was really on a whim with both of us just wanting to go somewhere because we were bored.
We end up playing 5 games. I win one and I lose 4 by scratching the eight ball every time. It was about 1am and we decided that we had had enough excitement for the night. So we jump in her truck and she pulls up to the road and asks which way.
I tell her we want to go left to get home, so she starts heading left. Evidently she wasn’t looking because there was a huge center divider in the road, which she has to swerve to avoid and then promptly slams on the brakes stopping us in the middle of the road facing the wrong way.
Of course there is a car bearing down on us and she freaks out and guns the gas. Ripping the wheel to the right we flew over the center divide and onto the other side. My knuckles are white from gripping the “ohh shit” bar during our monster truck ride, but when I realize we are safe I burst out laughing.
This was the first of many introductions my wife has given to her truck and curbs. Although few measured up to the first one.
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1- I won 3 games out of 4. period. the number of balls left on the table DO NOT matter in this story. you lost and I won :)
2- you neglected to mention that I had only been in CA for 4 days and had NO IDEA where I was driving so I made the mistake of listening to YOUR directions
3- you say "huge center divider" like it was 8 feet tall of something....it was merely a few inches tall but wide, not THAT big of a deal
4- I did NOT "freak out" as you so nicely put it...I hurriedly stomped on the gas and jumped the median in a safe and calm manner
You can admit that you were impressed with my quick thinking and skills behind the wheel (cause I KNOW you were....)
:)