Mud Bath

Teenage girls are not the most intelligent creatures in the world. When I was a teenager, my nickname in the family was Dingbat. There was cause for that. When I was 17, I got my first car. I was pretty proud of the fact that I could pay the entire $400 that the lady asked for. She obviously wanted to get rid of it pretty badly. Things didn't go smoothly for that car after I drove off with it. Two times I locked my keys in the car with it still running. One day, I was driving it home when the tire blew. Since I was only a couple blocks away from home, I decided to keeping driving till I got there. During this ditzy time in my life, my brother was 13 and had his own paper route. Most days, he would ride his bike, but since it had been cold and rainy, I drove him so he could get his papers delivered in relative warmth and dryness. The rain had left the roads very muddy that day. I pulled up to a house and my brother got out. He went to the door to collect the payment and came back to the car. For some reason, I felt that I wasn't close enough to the curb, so I decided to pull up a little more. The car was stuck in the mud, so I gunned the engine trying to get out of it. I looked through the back window wondering why my brother wasn't getting in the car. He was just standing there, but finally came to the passenger side door and that's when I got a good look at him. My brother was covered from head to toe with mud. He was looking at me like I had lost my mind. The poor kid was blasted the whole time I was trying to get out of the mud. He had to finish his paper route with it all over him. Yeah, there was cause for the nickname.