Weird week: Bad luck follows truck
"Life is a box of chocolates, you never know what your gonna get."
This quote from the movie "Forrest Gump" is one of the most famous movie quotes of all time, but it's also such a true statement.
Last week was a bit of a weird one -- a lot of strange things just seemed to keep happening. I don't know if it was just because it was the week before the Fourth of July, or if it was just a full moon or something, but something seemed off.
It all started off completely normal. It was Monday morning, I was intensely exhausted from the weekend and I needed to get to work. I ended up biting off a little more than I could chew, which had its own way of totally stressing me out all week.
That Monday night a good friend of mine called me and asked me if we could go to Callaway and pick him up from his dad's because they had just had a fight. We went and picked him up, and he told us his dad was upset with him because he blew out the engine in his truck.
We dropped him off at home and everything seemed normal. The next day his truck had been fixed and was running again, but the rest of the week is what got really weird. Whenever we saw that truck, something bad happened.
Late Wednesday night/early Thursday morning, I was excited because I knew the newspaper was doing a story on the hairy man of Vergas, so a couple friends and I decided to go out to the Vergas trails just to look around for the fun of it. But, the night went from fun to being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
We were just cruising down the old dirt road when my friend's truck came driving by. After that, a small two-door car came flying by at like 65 mph, and that was when the night took a spiraling turn in the wrong direction.
We got further down the road and we saw headlights coming toward us. As soon as the car was right in front of us, blue lights started flashing. The car was a police car pulling us over.
Getting pulled over wasn't the bad part. Our only crime was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The bad part was what happened afterward.
The cop asked us if we were going to meet the kids who were messing around at the graveyard. We said no. Then he asked us if we knew the kids in the car that had just fled the police. We said no, not knowing the two-door car that had come flying past us was the car he was talking about.
We were let off free to go, but later we found out more about the car that had fled. The car, in fact, had some friends of ours in it, and the driver was drunk. He ended up leading the police on a 14-car high speed chase, that ended in a crash caused from traveling at excess speeds.
We were all pretty shaken up by the whole deal, even though luckily there were no critical injuries.
Three days later, my friend with the truck came up to us and told us about all this bad luck he had been having ever since he got his truck running again. We all kind of joked about it.
But than the next day my friend was driving his truck past the Pavilion and one of his wheels randomly came rolling off, smashing into a light pole and making the glass bulb fall out and smash on the street.
I guess that truck is seriously bad luck.
Jonah Bowe is a senior at Detroit Lakes High School.