I got a neat e-mail the other day, from the mother of a girl I went to elementary school with back in Virginia. Turns out her daughter lives in the city I work in and was reading the newspaper and happened to see my name. She e-mailed me wondering if it was "me" because she knew of a T-bone who had moved to Texas. Was I that same me? Why yes I was. And I remembered her daughter, too.
What makes it even funnier, is that her daughter remembers attending one of my birthday parties back in the day. My mom took a bunch of us kids to a local pizza place (It was a Shakey's) and we had a great time. There was some leftover pie my mom intended to take home with us, but in order to ensure all of us were properly seated and belted into the car, she had to put the pizza on the roof. You might be able to see where this is going. She forgot the pizza, and in memorable fashion (I can still here the cardboard-on-metal slide) it slipped off the roof, off the back glass and kurplunked on the parking lot. Some guy behind us got out and started yelling for my mom to go get her pizza, which of course she wasn't going to do at that point.
I forwarded the pizza-reminisce to my mom, and she replied that she guessed she'd never live that incident down. I say it was fair game because someone outside the family brought it up.
Consider yourself lucky....my mom did that with my most prized Snoopy doll when I was 5. She trolled the streets after work that day and actually found it eventually and the tire tracks on him told me it was the real thing.
BTW, your title is not nearly long enough. ;)
Hahaha..that's hiliarious!
One of my musician friends once did that with his bassoon. He left the case on top of the car, forgot about it, and when he moved the car, he ran over it!