What If

The blogging sisters, Antibloggedy and The Rambler posted about life changing or What If events and asked bloggers to share their What If Stories. So, please buckle up, put down your drink (or pour yourself a fresh one), and listen up to a timeless tale of two girls' stupidity from twenty seven years ago.

It was my best friend, P's twenty-first birthday. She is six months older than me and wanted to celebrate at a bar she frequented near her boyfriend's house about thirty miles from the Nursing School we attended together. I drove as I was the one with the car. I also planned to drink as I had my easy to obtain fake ID.

It was a fun evening with the consumption of well over a dozen Whisky Sours apiece. Needless to say, we were both extremely drunk. My friend, P. can hold her liquor with a sober face and convinced me that she was more fit to drive us home. So, we headed back home on the freeways of Southern Ohio. We made a pit stop at a 24 hour gas station about halfway home. This is where it gets real interesting real quick. As my friend was going down the freeway ramp instead merging into the traffic lanes, she made a LEFT Turn going the Wrong Way on the freeway. Thankfully, there was no traffic. I was instantly sober and Screamed at P. to pull over. She refused despite my pointing to the back of the freeways signs and screaming, pleading all within the course of 7 seconds. Finally, I grabbed the wheel from the passenger side, took my foot and stomped on the brake with all my weight and brought the car to a stop along the freeway shoulder. My friend refused to take her hands off the wheel or get our of the driver's seat. Another driver stopped to see what was the matter and tried to convince her to move. I ended up punching my friend in the face, I had to pummel her with my fists and push her into the passenger seat. She curled up in a ball in the seat. I drove her to dormitory, dragged her up to the front door, rang the buzzer for her to be let in by the House mother and hauled ass outta there. I went home to my parent's home where I lived during school and passed out. P. called me the next morning to find out what happened as her "face hurt and was all swollen." She was shocked, dismayed, and thankful when I related the early morning events to her. She remembered nothing. I will never forget.