So, Haley and I were fighting over shotgun. Haley can get pretty violent over this, even when no one but her cares about riding shotgun. This time however, I decided that for once she would have to sit in the back; she has to lose every once in a while, it's good for her. The problem we were having was that I was the only one out of us three with a license. My sister, the goddess of wisdom she is, understood this and climbed onto the roof of my '88 Plymouth Horizon (Google Image one of those babies) to lay down and wait for the knowledge to presumably dawn on the rest of us mortals. I already was aware of the fact, thankyouverymuch, but in my determination to teach Haley a lesson I ignored it.

When I had finally beaten Haley ― conquering the front passenger seat, I relinquished it immediately in order to finally get freaking home. As I walked around the front of the car to get in the driver's seat, I called out to my sister to get in. She ignored me, probably thought it was funny or something. She had done this before, so I got in, started the engine and backed out. I accelerated over the speed bumps in our High School parking lot, took the turns way to fast, all the things I usually do. I didn't think I had messed with her enough, so at the spot where I had slowed down all those other times, right where the parking lot meets the road, I accelerated again, hoping this would freak the crap out of her.

-This is the point where she usually takes over when we are telling this story to our friends.-

"'Hooooooooly shit!', I thought, 'He's really going to drive home with me on top of the car, hooooooooly shit!' Then I had an idea, an idea that seemed to make perfect sense to me at the time. 'What if I jumped off the car at the same speed the car was traveling at...I'll land perfectly right?'"

In my defense, I was planning to stop at the fast food parking lot right next to the school. But, I made the turn down the road towards it, she jumped. A flying madonna, hair streaming behind her, transfixed in the air for a moment. I had my own Hoooooooooooooooly shit! moment, this one thanks to my crazy sister. She survived, we pulled in to the fast food parking lot (it was a bout 50 feet away) and waited for her to walk over. Haley was laughing her ass off.