"Hello?" I answered my phone. "You are a terrible driver." I heard someone laugh. "Mr. Watson?" I questioned. "Just John, and what are you doing?" He asked still laughing. "Driving home. Are you following me?" I asked. "You are terrible." He said. "How did you get this number?" I asked worriedly. "I got it off the web." He told me. "Wow." I said.
"Pull over." He instructed. "There's a Starbucks on the next street." He told me I did so and hung up. He pulled behind me and we walked to Starbucks.
"I have no idea how you past drivers ED. " He mentioned. "Well I clearly am horrible. You should teach me." I suggested. "At this point I might as well." He laughed.
We entered the coffee shop and he didn't allow me to pay for myself. The cashier was worried as to who's money to take. Giving us insane looks. We laughed and had our coffee. Some girls from school came in so we went back to his place. It didn't seam strange.
He got in my car and we drove around the block as he taught me how to drive. Then he set up two trash cans for parking. I went to back up and ran over the first one. I couldn't contain my laughter after failed attempts. About thirty minutes later I could actually park. We had some tea and I left to go back home.
I couldn't get him out of my head.
