Sigh A Lent Night

Oh, here's a funny story, although at the time no one was laughing.

It was supposed to be a fun-filled event where his and her children could get more acquainted. What better way than spending time in a car just driving around Indianapolis singing Christmas Carols, right? Anyway, Helen could not join us, and even though he was upset he couldn't spend every minute of the day with his future step-sister, Judy, Dean was also unable to come.

Ivan was driving; his girlfriend, Joy, sat up front right next to him, and her sister, Betty, sat in the back with Judy and me. Everyone was singing Carols and having a wonderful time. Everyone, that is, except Ivan. Ivan was focused on the road. Apparently he was focused only on the road, not what was on the road, for example the car in front of us.

I saw the two tiny red taillights far ahead of us, but thinking nothing of it--there are other cars on the road, ya know--I continued to sing along with the girls. "Joy to the world, the Lord has come. Let Bertha receive her ring." 

During the second chorus of "Sigh a Lent Night," I noticed that the two red taillights were getting closer, but thinking nothing of it--Ivan surely knows there is a car in front of us, right?--I continued singing Carols with the girls.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells...what the hell? Just as the two very big taillights were about to become hood ornaments on Ivan's father's car, our car exploded with screams. Ivan jerked the wheel to the right, the car sped down an embankment, through a fence, and came to a stop in a field of expired cornstalks.

It was supposed to be a fun-filled way for her girls and his children to get to know each other, but maybe Hazel was right. Maybe Mother shouldn't marry this guy. I might not survive it.