Ever been dragged along the outside of a moving vehicle? I have, if only for a few seconds. Wrote a blog about it. Like da here, here go!
My mom drove my brothers and I to school one day. Oh? Your mom did that for you, too? Well, aren’t you special? Are you going to let me finish my story? Thank you. Anyhow, my mom drove us to school. She pulled up to the school entrance in her ancient-ass Chevrolet Citation and put the car in park so we could disembark. I was on the passenger side in the back seat of the vehicle and my youngest brother was in the front seat riding shotgun. We both opened our respective doors to exit the vehicle.
I put my hand on the bar between the front door and back door to pull myself out of the car. As I was pulling myself out of the car, my brother shut his door. Right on top of my right hand. And the door latched and stay closed.
So there I was. Stuck halfway in and halfway out of my mother’s car with the fingers of my right hand trapped between the passenger side front door and the car. Want to guess what happened next? Go ahead. Nope…you’re wrong! Ha!
My mom started to drive away. For some reason. She assumed we were all clear of the car without looking. Luckily, it was winter and there was ice on the ground so my right foot slid gracelessly along the icy blacktop while she drove away. Meanwhile, I was screaming like a maniac for her to stop the car. She quickly looked back and saw what was happening and stopped the car. She reached over and opened the door, but the damage was done. My mother had dragged me across the parking lot with her car. Plus, all of the fingers on my right hand had black and purple dents on the top of its fingers from where they had been smashed by the car door.
Sadly, that’s the end of this little anecdote, but parents beware. Just because you hear the car door close doesn’t mean your child is out of the car. If you take off you could be dragging your child with you. And that, my friends, brings CPS to your front door…