The Go-between

When I was 15 I bought my dad's old car. I gave him the money and "my" car stayed in a little parking area off the driveway that I created with old railroad ties. Once in a while I started it to keep the battery charged and one day I decided to drive it--just up an down our dirt road. After a few trips back and forth, I decided to practice parking. My brother came home and made the mistake of parking next to me. Yep, I hit his car the next time I tried to back out. The rear quarter panel was just pushed in a little. We popped it back out and you couldn't tell anything had happened. It was spotless.

I told my mom what happened and we had the weirdest conversation:

Mom: How could you drive that car after all of your father's lectures???
Me: He never told me not to practice driving the car.
Mom: Well, he lectured me and I was supposed to tell you!!!

Hahaha, being a go-between sucks. Have you ever been in that position? Having a friend or family member make you responsible for telling someone else they can't do something?

PS - My dad never heard about the accident. But 2 months later I came home from a friend's house to see my car was gone. Dad got an offer from an uncle and sold it to him. I asked for my money back, but instead he got me another car--one that I could only drive for 20 minutes before it overheated. I had to keep a 5-gallon can of water in my trunk. It was a brilliant move on his part. I couldn't get very far from home in 20 minutes. LOL!