Author: Edward Guenther
Written: November 16th, 2011

Jereme was mighty proud driving his latest automobile purchase:  a GEO.  Actually, he had a list of car purchases going, each coming to its demise in its own way.

The GEO, though, was one of his favorites, featuring great gas mileage which in turn allowed for him to have more play money.  As he bounced down the highway in his little turbo-jet-GEO, he reflected on how his dad had taught him to drive.  His dad was real big on actually stopping at stop signs and red lights, but Jereme just wasn’t sure ALL the rules of the road were beneficial!

For instance, why in the world would a person need to stop at the Berlin Road – McDowell Creek Drive junction when it was way out in the boondocks with not a soul around.  His dad insisted it was the right thing to do.  Whatever, some things on the road, Jereme was going to do his way.  Like the mosquito incidence for example.

Jereme was cruising at maybe 70, which was within the speed guideline’s for him, but not for Mr. Know-it-All Dad!  Dad would have said slow down:  Jereme had to hold that last thought, which was a good one, because a mosquito had emerged in his domain and was pestering him. 

Swat! Swat! Lurch! On the mosquito’s cue, the GEO sailed off into space and did a head on collision with a neighbor’s apple tree.  Fortunately, Jereme had his seat belt on and squirmed out of his accordion GEO and managed to get to class on time.

Later, his dad asked what the problem was this time, to which Jereme gleefully responded, “A Mosquito!”  His dad turned all sorts of funny and weird colors and then very quietly exited the room.  “Good”, Jereme thought, “I handled all that mighty cool like.  Dad’s good with it.” And off he went and bought another car.