I am moving house. All my stuff is packed up in apple boxes and I've borrowed my friend's Jeep to cart it all around in.
It just about all fits so rather than making two trips I just pile the rest of my belongings on the driver's seat. I'm
only moving around the block after all. So the last box goes on the driver's seat and I am hanging out the door. The Jeep
is an automatic so the plan is to steer with my right hand and push the accelerator with my left foot. On a crowded street
such as ours this is obviously a very stupid idea. As soon as my foot hits the gas the Jeep hurls itself forward. I have
a job hanging on to the door. Of course, I cannot reach the brake with my other foot and getting into the driver's seat is
also impossible because it is full of boxes. As I approach the end of my road I am doing about 30 and am still hanging on
side of the open door. The Jeep ploughs straight into the front of someone's house and all my belongings are catapulted through
their living room window. There is a family inside, watching TV. As the dust settles we stare at each other, open mouthed.
A small boy with a footbal gets up off the floor and climbs through the broken window . . .