“You broke the car wash!”

The Tryping My Best Moment of the Week #22

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This week’s Tryping My Best Moment of the Week answers the age old question: do I actually know how to drive?

“You broke the car wash!”
Anyone who has known me from the age of 18 on does not know whether I can actually drive or not. Honestly, I’m not sure whether I can actually drive at this point. I did pass my drivers test at 16 (on the second try, a story for another day). And I do still have a functional, valid license so if I need to, if I absolutely needed to, I suppose I could get behind the wheel of the car but it better be the apocalypse and there better be no other humans on the road. (The undead can be on the road. I assume it will be in my best interest to hit them anyway.)

Yes, me driving may be an urban legend but, of course, that legend comes with stories.