MACS

Proof that I am part psycho.

Last Friday morning at 5:30 AM I was sound asleep in my bed, until I wasn't.

I was abruptly awoken by men yelling outside my bedroom window and car tires spinning. Alarmed, I threw my covers off and peered past the curtain of the window directly above my bed. In the darkness I saw snow, a white SUV in the alley, and a young man climbing into a near standing position on the roof of the car. From my perspective it seemed that this young man was steadying himself in preparation to, dun, dun, dun... car-surf.

Instantly my brain raced back to a news report I had seen 2 weeks prior. "Increase of death in teens due to the rise in popularity of car-surfing" was the headline. There was no way this young man was going to meet that fate, not while I knew about it. I had to stop him.

So in my groggy stupor of sleep I bolted for the front door, positive I had assessed the situation accurately. I stepped out the front door, without grabbing a jacket or shoes, and ran barefooted onto our snow covered front lawn.

Just in time. The white SUV had just begun to pull out from the alley and was now in front of our house. The boy was now standing outside the moving car, his feet resting on the runner and his arms holding tightly to the open window.

With arms waving violently above my bed-heady head I yelled,
" Hey!"
" HEY! What, do you think you are doing!"

The car stopped and the 3 teens inside stared at me, stupefied.

I yelled again, "You were CAR SURFING weren't you, I saw you!"

"Um, no." Was their confused reply.

"YES. YOU. WERE. I saw you on the roof!" I continued, shaking my finger at them like a granny.

"No. We were just delivering papers and the car was sliding into your fence and I was trying to stop it from hitting your fence." The boy sputtered out.

"Are you sure??" I berated them

"YES!" The 3 pressed.

"Oh." I sheepishly said as the irrationality of my preceding thoughts and actions flooded into my mind.

"Sorry," I mumbled. Shaking my head, walking back to my front door like a dog with it's tail between it's legs.

I opened the door to find Bryan frantically throwing clothes on to come out and find me.

"What on earth are you doing?" He questioned.

"Oh, ya know, just accusing some local paperboys of car surfing on snowy roads." I replied, defeated.

I told him the story and he laughed and laughed at me. I laughed at me too, actually I am laughing at me as I write this.

So apparently I am a pretty solid member of this new group I just started called MACS. Mothers Against Car Surfing. Wanna join?