My last summer of college, I had a friend come visit me at home in Virginia Beach. Once they arrived, we didn’t stay at the house long before I told my parents we were going to the beach. I backed down my driveway only for my friend to cry out, “Stop!”
I had backed out of the driveway and dragged my side view mirror down the side of my mom’s year-old van. A white streak adorned its gold body.
Me: “Oh no.”
I had to decide right then if I should continue going backward or go forward. Either way, my mirror remained in contact with the van.Read More