For the past several years, my go-to fun fact has been telling people I’ve been hit by a car twice. This always grabs people’s attention and they want to know how, which I myself can’t give an accurate explanation for why I’ve been hit twice. But now I can add a new narrative to my arsenal: I have been in a car that has hit someone.
This past weekend, my friends and I car-pooled to brunch. Our cast includes Justin who makes frequent appearances on this blog as my former illegal roommate and who was also present two years ago when I broke an Uber. Also costarring are Molly and Alina, two longtime friends.
Our Lyft driver arrived almost immediately after I beckoned him. Several brunches ago, Molly and I got into a brawl because I tend to think we’re going to leave at 11 am when we say 11 and she assumes that means the party won’t possibly put on shoes until 11:20 AM.Read More