B-B-Q

Today Megan and I were back in the old stick truck.  Joni trusted us to drive across campus to Lincoln Music Hall.  Megan was a bit nervous so she told me to drive.  Starting off if was great... no jerks, no stalling... smooth sailing.

We had gone about 3/4 mile...

Megan: do you smell something on fire?
Me: no, it is the construction workers right there...

Megan: are you sure it is not us?

Me: trust me I think I would know if this truck was smoking!

After another 1/4 mile we reach Lincoln..

Me: Megan, what the heck!  The parking brake is already down!
Megan: you drove the entire way with it down?!  We were smoking not the construction workers!
Me: um, no one needs to know...
(We crawl out of the truck and see the smoke and are greeted with a strong scent of burning rubber.)
Me: do you think she will believe it is Backyard BBQ?
Megan: you think it smells good?
Me: do-able.

Joni arrives moments later.  Megan and I pretend we do not smell anything.

Joni: what smells?
Me: BBQ?
Megan: construction?
Joni: the truck is smoking! What did you do Emily?
Me: okay I cannot lie.. I drove with the parking brake on and I thought it was the construction workers, but it wasn't, but the truck is fine... I think!  I am so embarrassed.. please don't tell Ed!
Joni: are you serious?  You didn't realize it for the full mile? 
Megan: (laughing hysterically)
Me: sorry, I really am sorry Joni.
Joni: it wasn't just you.. there were two idiots in there.

Lesson of the Day:

Two heads are not always better than one.