#bad drivers

[damnhotpocket]

[startrekvsfaceapp]

To be fair sometimes it's a guy in an F150

[odinsblog]

Know what probably happened? I bet they used the gps directions for “walking” instead of directions for “driving.” Haven’t we all done this before?

[clairedelune-13]

Getting major Crowley vibes here.

[dankmemes23]

[thethinkingman]

#dashcam #baddrivers #travel #travels #traffic #stupid #why #trucker #trucking #driving #driver #truckdriver #cdl #cdllife #bluecollar #truckersofinstagram

[captain-lessship]

Trick

Growing up meant changes, one that upset you was the assumption that you were no longer allowed to trick or treat on Halloween. Even though you could probably get away with it if you took a younger cousin, you decided it wasn’t worth the hassle.

It wasn’t all bad though. Not trick or treating meant that you could spend Halloween at your boyfriends house.

That’s exactly what you were doing. Dressed in your slip dress and worn makeup from your long day at work, you breathed in the comforting air of Eddie’s trailer. With a lit cigarette, You looked at the VHS tapes, looking for a good horror movie while Eddie was getting the snacks ready.

“Eddie! Do you want to watch Poltergeist or Christine first?” You called to him, looking at the only two titles that intrigued you as you balanced your cigarette on the brown glass ashtray.

“Whichever you want, babe.” He answered back. You huffed, that was unhelpful.

“I think we should do Poltergeist first, Christine is less scary.” You said as you pulled it from the shelf and slipped it into the VHS player.

“Don’t you hate the scene where the guy peels his face off in a hallucination?” He asked, walking into the living room from the kitchen while holding a bowl of popcorn in one hand and two drinks in the other.

“Yeah,” you took one of the drinks from him before sitting down on the couch, “But you’ll put your hand over my eyes so I don’t have to see it.”

Eddie sat down beside you, nestling the popcorn in between the two of you. “Will I?”

“You better.” You smiled as you put your head on his shoulder.

You were almost in Eddie’s lap due to fear, you know what was going to happen but still. A loud knock jolted you up and broke Eddie’s attention from the TV.

He looked at you, “You did tell your parents that you were here, right?” Even though you were grown, it was common courtesy to let them know so they wouldn’t think you were dead in a ditch.

“Yea.” You said, trying to get your nerves under control.

After removing you from his lap, Eddie got up and walked to the door, opening it slightly. A recognizable voice came from the other side.

“Henderson? It’s getting late, what’re you doing?”

The poor boy was breathing heavily, “I thought this would be our last year of trick or treating…” he huffed, “And it was good til that guy who lives in the end of Seventh Street-“

“Mr. West?” You asked, now up and walking to the door.

“Yeah.. him.”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s always been a bitter old man. One year, he put a candy apple candle in my bag. Imagine my surprise when I bit into wax.”

“Sounds like a delightful guy.” Eddie said, “Well, we got a couple options.”

Dustin walked in the trailer, standing beside you as Eddie walked back to the kitchen. You looked at him, “Ever egged a house?” You asked.

“No?”

You grinned as you grabbed you jacket and picked up your shoes, “It’s never too late to learn.” You zipped the jacket up halfway and slipped your shoes on

Eddie walked back into the entryway, armed with a carton of eggs, “It’s all I got on this short notice.” He handed them to Dustin as he reached for his own shoes.

As you walked to your car, you quietly talked to Eddie, “Are we bad influences?”

“Well, I mean look at us. You bleached your hair with peroxide in a gas station bathroom and I sell weed.”

“True.” You said as you opened the drivers side door. The car started up and you pulled out of Eddie’s driveway.

You had to admit: you were not a lawful driver. Speed limits are just suggestions. You zoomed down the backroads, only slowing at the places where you knew cops liked to hide. Poor Dustin, your back seat didn’t have seat belts, all the poor boy had was the ceiling ‘oh shit’ bars.

You slowed to a stop a few blocks from Mr. West’s house, looking at the two boys. “Okay, we can walk from here. Got the eggs?”

[mccek]

Bad drivers Ep:50 (3)

[bookworms-lair]

Wymack: you drive like a blind grandparent.

Nicky: i-

[badmanship]

[emmsiplier]

JESUS IF YOU CAN HEAR ME PLEASE LET PEOPLE DRIVE GOOD TODAY PLEASW LET PEOPLE DRIVE GOOD TODAY JESUS IF YOU CSN HEAR ME J

[odinsblog]

Oops

[clairedelune-13]

The best reveal is that the Tardis makes That Noise cuz silly Doctor leaves the brakes on 😂😂😂

[dankmemes23]

[fretbored34]

If word salad was a bumper sticker 😬