Bowling Alley Buddy: Life Story

To understand the story I'm about to tell, I will give some background so as not to confuse new readers. 'Bowling Alley Buddy' is the name I have given my intruiging driving instructor. I have two other previous posts about him and if you would like to read them to feel more 'connected' to him as a person and understand the story a little more, here's the links: Part 1 – Part 2

This time I got to 'observe' (this is just a meaningless word which basically means you sit and stare out the window.) with two other guys, both of which were pretty cool. Somehow we got on the topic of "What pranks you have done in the past" and that is where my 'Bowling Alley Buddy' took center stage.

Now, the last person you would expect to tell you his life story — let alone all the pranks and horrible things he did as a teenager — would be your driving instructor, but essentially this is what he did. He told us how he hollowed out a pumpkin, filled it with dog crap and fireworks, and then threw it through a neighbors window. He told us how he put cherry bombs in the school toilets. He rambled on about crank calling people with funny names and amused us with the dialogue from the calls.

The stories weren't as amusing as the fact he — our driving instructor — was telling them. The only reason I was laughing my head off in the car was because he always had a story to top everyone's. In fact, I was laughing so hard, I missed a turn to go to my house (I was driving myself home after my hour of driving was done.) and ended up at the airport — now I was really laughing. This detour took another five or six minutes before we were out. At least I made it home safely. Those two hours flew by with my 'Bowling Alley Buddy', too bad I only have one more drive required.