When I was growing up, my favorite thing to do was have sleepovers.  It is hard to remember one weekend where I did not sleepover a friend’s house, or have someone sleep over at my house.  Once I was a teenager, the sleepovers became much more devious.  We would plot ways to sneak out of the house to go see whatever boys we were interested in at the time.

On one particular night, my girlfriend Kristen was spending the night and we had been on the phone all night with a group of guys that were all spending the night together at a house where the parents were out of town.  They had asked us if we could sneak out and come over, and if so, they would send one of the guys over to pick us up (someone we did not know – but obviously safety was not something we were thinking about).

Once we knew my parents were asleep, we called the guys and told then we were ready.  We then went out onto my front porch and sat on the porch swing waiting.  About ten minutes later, a car pulled up and stopped in front of the house.  Without even flinching, we jumped up, ran down to the car and both jumped in without even looking to see who the driver was.  Well, once we were in the car and looked at the driver, it took us about ten seconds to realize that it was a 60 year old man (a 60 year old scared man), and not a teenager coming to pick us up to party.

The man started screaming and waving his arms, shouting “What do you want?  Take whatever you want and please don’t hurt me!”  He was throwing stuff from inside his car at us.  We started screaming and jumped out of the car and ran back up to the front porch.  He sped off down the road, squealing around the corner.

We sat there, breathing heavily and then busted out into hysterical laughter - I mean the uncontrollable kind, where snorting is involved.  “What the hell just happened?”  Why would that guy have completely stopped his car right in front of my house, on the least busy residential street in America?” “I cannot believe he thought we were going to rob him – two teenage, blonde headed girls.” 

It took us about five minutes to stop laughing and finally, our ride showed up.  We were a little more cautious this time before jumping into another stranger’s car, we actually looked to make sure it was a teenage boy before jumping in!