When I was 2 weeks into my 16th year, I was backing up on the street next to my high school in my brand new Camaro.

I sideswiped a parked car. I needed to find the owner of the car I hit. There was some sort of elementary school bee at the school that weekend and since I didn't recognize the car, I figured its owner was part of that group.

There were 400 people in the school cafeteria waiting for the results of the bee. I walked in and everyone got quiet in expectation of receiving the results.

I asked if there was the owner of a XXXX with license ##### in the room. A woman timidly raised her hand as I announced to 400 people that I had hit her car.

Of course, I had also accidentally left the keys in my car, locked, with the engine running. That was an interesting call to my parents.

The cop was just couldn't stop shaking his head...