You may have read this before,
as I posted it for a previous QOTW but this scenario scarred me for life*

At the darling age of 15 I'd appeared in some lovely performance with a drama group I was in. This lad that I had quite an interest for had come to watch (and gladly payed the £8.50 to see me!) and my parents were giving him a lift home. Bad idea.

We entered the car, and my mum (who was driving) sat down, placed her hands on the steering wheel and began making 'vroom vroom' noises.

My Dad then decided to tell us that 'the car park looks like one of those off that GTA game.' He then whipped out an imaginary rifle and began shooting at innocent imaginary pedestrians.

My younger brother (who had been placed between me and my fella) decided that he would attempt to chew both off our shoulders at various intervals during the ride home.

That's when I realised that any chances of me getting with my guy were well and truly over.

Oh, and if you're wondering whether they'd decided to do that because they knew I liked him and they felt like being twunts - they didn't. They're just complete fucking nutcases!

*may be slightly exaggerated
( Fluffy elephants, Sun 24 Jul 2005, 2:44, Reply)