It's like Russian Rhoulette. With a car.
No, I don't care if I spelled that wrong.
You know, a car accident is really NOT involved in my plan for the final curtain. But chances are? That's exactly how I'm going to die. And I probably wont even be the one behind the wheel. That's the most rediculous part of the whole thing. It would make sense, as a VERY new driver, ADD, and zone outer extrordinaire, that I would get myself killed. But no, it will almost certainly be while someone over 50 and an experienced driver is at the wheel. Well, ok, or possible one of my friends who admittedly is only 18. But really that's not nearly as likely as it being either my mother or my grandmother behind the wheel. I can't even count the number of near accidents I've had with one of them driving. Not to mention the four or five ACTUAL accidents I've been in with one of them driving. All of them very minor, but still.
Today, I don't know WHAT was up with my mom,but she was swerving ALL over the fucking road! And nearly rear ended at least two people. Actaully had to SWERVE AROUND ONE to avoid hitting them.
Seriously, it's like a god damned Russian Rhoulette every time I get in the car with her!