Bad Driver gets my day off to a Fab start!

We've got a teenage boy who lives with his family across the street and who has, apparently, just gotten his driver's license. Now, my history with this particular adolescent has not been pleasant so I derive far more pleasure from the telling of the story than I should . . . but I will commence.

This morning while waiting impatiently for Big D to go back into the house for his lunch box and bag I noticed the teen and his dad hovering over his old jeep. Being the keen observer that I am, I deducted that today was the Big Day when he would drive, alone, to high school for the first time in his own car. I waxed nostalgic for about a millisecond and then got back to urging my offspring to make haste. While glancing into the rearview mirror to give Big D the look to go along with the urging, I noticed a mysterious beam-like object moving vertically in my line of vision. Took me a minute to realize it was the neighbors' basketball hoop! Yes, that's right. The Big Day and the teen is looking behind him while pulling forward and pushing his basketball hoop down the street. I nearly peed while cackling helplessly. Absolutely priceless! Dad was standing in the drive in his bathrobe shaking his head. I gave him a thumbs up as I drove away. 

My day continued on it's promising path when at Starbucks, the lady ahead of me in the drive through paid for my drink. Wow! Now that's never happened. Free coffee, a real belly laugh -- what next? Big D's first soccer game. More on that later. (Go ahead, let the suspense build!)

In the meantime, I'm looking for a way to "pay it forward" -- the coffee at least. Hmm . . . perhaps more on that as well.