"Granny Stories"mom's book, "I Have A Phobia"
Aug 19, 2014
During teen years, I visited my aunt in Mexia several
times. On one visit, she introduced me to her friend's
daughter. They lived in Grosebeck, a nearby small
town. I was invited to spend a couple days with her.
She thought my presence was a good excuse to have
a party. After the party, on the way back to her home,
we rode in a car with several young people. My
concern was about the driver. He had a cigarette in
his left hand and right arm over his girlfriend's shoulder.
Drunk, he wasn't. No alcohol at the party. When he
puffed his cigarette, both hands were off the steering
wheel, and traveling too fast at that. I thought we were
an accident waiting to happen. I had no way out and
no control. I didn't know these people or where we
were. I couldn't ask to be let out alone at night. As if
that were not helpless enough, we met a group of
people walking toward us on the right shoulder. As soon
as they came into our headlight view, the driver
thought it fwould be fun to scare them. He swerved
toward them just to see them scatter toward the ditch.
It was much too close for comfort, especially if some
of them were to scatter into the road instead of the
ditch, only to be hit if he should turn back on track.
Those "friends" just wern't my kind of people. A life
change in my riding comfort level was made that
night. I'm hardly ever relaxed riding in a car if
someone else is doing the driving.- Yvettah Queen -