Sunday, February 10, 2008

Impulse Control

I went to see a movie titled Trailer Park Boys tonight, about some low-rent thieves living in a trailer park. Funny movie; might be too vulgar for some. Apparently based on a Canadian TV show. One of the characters had a car with no passenger door. It triggered a memory for me. When I was a kid, about six, I was riding in a car with my father. We were getting close to home so I opened the door and stepped out.

Only close to home was about a block so I stepped out of a moving car.

Really, we were almost home.

I survived with just a few scrapes and bruises, but boy did my parents keep an eye on me after that, and I often had to sit in the backseat between siblings.

Flash forward many years... I'm in a relationship, visiting a friend of my girlfriend at the Oregon Coast. He'd come out to say goodbye and was hanging onto her window (a Plymouth Voyager). It was time to go, so I started driving down the street. You'd think he would have taken the hint and let go of the window, but no, he had to go along with us for several feet before dropping off.

My girlfriend was steamed. He should have taken the hint and let go. It wasn't like I smacked him to make him let go of the door.

Anyway, when it's time to leave, I'm on the move.