The one time I wore white pants, I used to be a senior in highschool and it was an enormous deal for me. Reader, I summoned all my confidence carrying these pants and I didn’t have lots of confidence to spare.
That day, unbeknownst to me, simply so occurred to be our drunk driving simulation day…? Sure. That was a factor.
This child, we’ll name him Dan, was about to step into the golf cart, placed on goggles that made you “really feel drunk” and drive round in circles. Everyone knows there are not any goggles on this planet that may make you’re feeling drunk however Dan didn’t drink. We knew this as a result of we threw the events. He didn’t have his license as a result of he was petrified of driving (his phrases). He was a sort, shy child who had by no means been behind the wheel of something. Queue the foreshadowing.
My good good friend, Andrew and I, stepped again as a result of we knew this wouldn’t be good. However Deputy Dave (actual identify and an actual deputy one way or the other) instructed us to face on the line. Like on the line the golf cart drives on.
Reader, I obtained hit by a golf cart. A bunch of us did. We ran. We swerved. However that golf cart ran quicker and swerved more durable.
Fortunately, we had been all (principally) okay in the long run. Poor Dan felt horrible nevertheless it wasn’t his fault (it was Deputy Dave’s) and the actual tragedy right here… my white pants with the beautiful bow, lined in grime, grass, and blood (my lip was busted fairly badly).
And that was the primary and final time I wore white pants.
