If you know my family you know that crazy and sometimes frightening stories follow us around...so I thought I'd share a good one from this weekend.
We were in Indiana, land of the Hoosiers, and where Mom is from. She gets a lot of flack for this and I'm sure this episode did her state no favors...
So, anyhow...we were walking to our car through the Marsh parking lot when this huge, pickup truck came barreling at us, I screamed and jumped out of the way as it barreled past. I know that I have a flare for the dramatic, but seriously, this guy almost single handedly ended our family. So my dad goes into a fist pumping rage and gives the truck a little love tap (it was tiny I swear). The guy slams his brakes and starts spewing this black smoke out of his exhaust stacks, his back wheels are squealing and white smoke is pouring off of them! Oh holy toledo, this is bad!!! They carry guns in Indiana you know...
He did this for a bit too long of course and his truck flooded - tee he he, serves him right! This also gave us a perfect get away as he jumped out of his truck to attempt what I can only imagine would have been a nasty fight!
Welcome to INDIANA - I've never been so happy to be back in the Land of Lincoln!
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