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I've had more weird things than dumb things happen. Offhand, the only dumb thing I did was when I was sixteen and had just started driving. I left my job at Dairy Queen and set my Mr. Misty on the dashboard for some reason. I was at a left turn signal and made my left, and the Mr. Misty bowed to centrifugal force and started sliding quickly toward the passenger side. I reached over to grab it and lost control of the car, jumping up onto a pretty tall curb. It was scary, but I recovered and went home.
A few days later, my father went to move the car in our driveway and came back saying, "Why are the brake lines torn loose?" I told him that I had no idea.
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