Demolition Libby

If you've ever ridden in the car with me, you are familiar with my eccentric way behind the wheel (lead foot, little caution).

I've been like this since day 1, when I took my drivers exam and failed to parallel park, so I flashed the proctor my... enormous smile, and asked him to let me pass anyway.

He did.

Two winters later I owned a very special, very vintage, honda Civic.

On the way home with my sister one snowy afternoon I was driving in my usual manner and happened to careen off the road in my neighborhood. A few kind neighbors came out to rescue my car which had three tiny Civic wheels stuck in the big snow pile.

One particular neighbor came up to me (he was an art dealer and always had art that looked like trash all over his front lawn), "I always see you driving through this neighborhood, what's your name?" "libby" "DEMOLITION LIBBY" he hollered, then punched me in the arm and went back to his house.

The rest of the neighbors kindly helped me, my sis, and the Civ get home.
The art dealer shot himself in the head the next spring.