Tough Crowd
 

I contacted a friend and invited her for a drive into some of the twisty parts of east San Diego County. Fifteen minutes into the drive she takes her shoes off and plants her bare feet on the dash, asking “do you mind if I put my feet on your dash?” Well I’ve never understood the fascination for putting one’s feet on a cars dashboard, but the perceived damage has already been done so I reply “not if your feet are clean” whereupon she removes her extremities from the dashboard after first protesting that her feet are indeed clean.

I’m driving responsibly and smoothly. Another ten minutes pass and she says “I suffer motion sickness…not in boats but in cars.” I slow down…we are in a car after all and now, small children on skateboards are flying by while old ladies in walkers streak past. The effect of motion sickness is something I’m not prepared to deal with.

We arrive at our destination with gastric juices intact at a nice rustic restaurant in the back country and she says “Couldn’t we have simply taken the freeway to get here?”

Tough Crowd

Find a new friend. Or at a minimum don't get serious about this one. If there is one thing I have learned in life it's this:

Life is to short to associate with people who don't share your passions or at a minimum don't care that their your's.

I just hope this isn't your girl friend or something.

Bah!! you should have tossed her ass out! :)

I would only permit feet on dash with a short skirt.....

I second that rule! Good Call docdyh!

If she was flexible enough to put her feet on the dash, you can bet she's got some nice things going on :)

...Depends if she has nice feet. ;)

You are dating Bebe LE STRANGE
 

The only one I ever permitted feet on the dash was my infant daughter. Where is the red ejection button when you need one? Get rid of her.

one question remains . . . . . . . .

Did she take a cab back home?

:D

I remember a girlfriend of mine putting her feet on the dash and her head on the back seat :D
Those were the good old days :p

At least she didn't ralph :barf: in your car.

I had a first date with someone about 6 yrs ago. She must have been nervous because she had a couple of margaritas at dinner and then several hard drinks when we went dancing later. She layed down and passed out in the booth. The waitress came by and wanted to know if we needed any shots. I pointed to my slumbering date and said I didn't think so. When she woke up, she wanted me to take her home - I thought that was a good idea. She lived 5 mi from where we were. My car at that time was a new MR2 Spyder which has a very stiff suspension. As I helped her into my car, I was debating - if I drive fast I get her home quicker, but all the jostling could induce her to feed the tree in my new car. It was a nice summer night, so I had the windows down to get her some fresh air. All the way back to her place I prayed vigorously that she wouldn't puke. Got her home safely, left her at her door, and didn't even lie about calling her again.

Keep this story in mind if you ever want to take your friend out again.

Hi,

My only Girl Pukes story was with my High School sweetheart. We went to a kegger and she was drinking Pop Wine - Boones Farm, all night long. Got severely plastered.

Drove her home about 2:30am, and while trying to prop her up against the door jamb and unlock her Front Door at the same time, her Father suddenly opened the door and she just let loose all over :barf:him - :eek:

I treaded pretty lightly around him for several weeks after that, but he liked me, and in the end it was all good. But, at least she didn't put her feet on my dash. The headliner? Well, that's another story... ;)

Happy Motoring!... Jim'99

Jim thats too funny that she puked all over her dad

That is hilarious.

That really sucks, you would have had more fun by yourself. She's a high-maintenance chick and unless she is Aria Giovanni's twin sister, or possibly Nadine Velazquez's, then you need to lose her phone number.

Sounds more like a wife then a friend!

This one betty I know whines the whole time she's in my car. The seats are too low..The suspension is too stiff...Its too cold to lower the top...raise the top so it doesn't mess up my hair...etc...etc...
She can't stand that I park far away in a parking lot...
and NEVER cleans her own car.
To make matters worse she worships those luxury SUV's

and yes obviously we fight a great deal.

as someone very wise once said "girls only get away with being difficult if they are hot".
But as someone else who is even wiser once said
"beauty fades but stupid is forever"

.........and willing to go comando. Otherwise Eject! Eject! Eject!
"beauty fades but stupid is forever"

I hate having passengers in my car. I think the solution is to remove the passenger seat and air bags and just tell people that your car is a 1 seater