The one time I wore white Pants, I used to be a senior in highschool and it was a giant deal for me. Reader, I summoned all my confidence sporting these pants and I didn’t have plenty of confidence to spare.

That day, unbeknownst to me, simply so occurred to be our drunk driving simulation day…? Sure. That was a factor.

This child, we’ll name him Dan, was about to step into the Golf Cart, placed on goggles that made you “really feel drunk” and drive round in circles. Everyone knows there are not any goggles on the planet that may make you’re feeling drunk however Dan didn’t drink. We knew this as a result of we threw the events. He didn’t have his license as a result of he was terrified of driving (his phrases). He was a sort, shy child who had by no means been behind the wheel of something. Queue the foreshadowing.

My good buddy, Andrew and I, stepped again as a result of we knew this wouldn’t be good. However Deputy Dave (actual title and an actual deputy someway) informed us to face on the line. Like on the line the Golf cart drives on.

Reader, I obtained hit by a golf cart. A bunch of us did. We ran. We swerved. However that golf cart ran sooner and swerved more durable.

Fortunately, we have been all (principally) okay ultimately. Poor Dan felt horrible but it surely wasn’t his fault (it was Deputy Dave’s) and the true tragedy right here… my white pants with the gorgeous bow, coated in dust, grass, and blood (my lip was busted fairly badly).

And that was the primary and final time I wore white pants.