Sister Story: Don't Make Me Turn This Car Around

We all know this saying.  We've probably heard it from our parents countless times.  In my family, I'm the one notorious for not only saying it but following through.  The first, and truthfully only, time was back in high school.  My sister was on the varsity softball team and I was the manager who kept score and tallied statistics.  We didn't play on high school property.  Only the guy's baseball team had a field there (well, until someone sued under Title IX and won).  The girl's team played on the public softball fields out at the marina. We'd both played summer slow pitch on these fields for years including the game where there was a gator in the outfield. It was always fun making sure vagrants were shoved out of the dugouts and restrooms before the games.

During one game early in the season when I was first learning my way around the score book, my sister made a play that she thought should be listed as something other than the error I had been instructed that it was.  Well, after the game she rode back with me for what, I assume, was the sole purpose to express her displeasure at that call.  I was not headed home but through a drive through and then back to the high school to get ready for a play performance. I had gotten on the side road where the fields were located and was waiting to turn on to the highway when I got tired of the badgering (haranguing is also a good word for it though what difference she though it was going to make I don't know) and shouted, "You want me to turn this car around?"  She kept up and I turned the car around when I got to the front of the line, drove back to the fields, and told her to get out.

In my defense, I knew that I had left before our parents and that even if they weren't still there other team parents remained.  It wasn't like I was leaving her all alone with no way to get home.  This was back before cell phones were ubiquitous.

Standing in the high school parking lot later that night, I got my ass reamed out by the Elders but it was worth it.  What good is a threat if you aren't willing to follow through?

Comments

[Stephanie]

Hells yeah! I totally woulda done that, too! Actually, when I was in high school I was the one who got to drive everyone else to school because I had an 84 Crown Victoria (read: hoopty). There was a guy that I always picked up first, therefore always sat int he front seat. One morning he was yelling crap outta the window at someone on the street and I warned him that if he didn't stop I was gonna roll his head up in the window (with my sweet, sweet power windows!). He didn't stop yelling, so guess what?

Yeah, he was pissy about it for about a week. Shoulda kept his ear outta the way!