Ok so here's another little random story from a few years ago. Just the kind of thing that happens to me occasionally. I'm driving down the road with Mat on the way back to his place when we decide to stop by Wendy's for dinner. It's really rainy and the road is pretty slick. I'm not paying attention and he's like "Hey your about to miss your turn". I overshot it anyway so I jammed on the brakes and made a hard right. Like I said the road was slick. Now in front of the picture window of the restaurant were two rocks on the lawn that I swear to this day you could not get a car between. Somehow I managed it. I went between the rocks, through the drive through lane backwards and stopped in the back of the parking lot. Of course we were laughing our asses off because we didn't hit the restaurant and we were still alive. We got the hell out of there and went to Taco Bell for dinner. The moral of the story, if there is one? God loves fools and crazy people because He must know I'm both.