"I wrecked my brand new truck right before my 16th birthday, while eating chicken nuggets. Into a mailbox. Made of brick. Luckily the neighbors didn’t want to file a police report because I didn’t have an adult with me. I had to wake up at 6 am the next morning and pick up all of the pieces of brick that literally exploded throughout the yard.

Also my dad had to pay for the mailbox to be rebuilt. Thankfully my truck wasn’t totaled, although it was very close. The stain where I dropped my barbecue sauce is still on the floor mat."

RCcola57