I
don't remember his name, or much else about him except that he had
buck teeth about as big as Spongebob's would be forty years later.
It
all started when the horn on Dad's car stopped working. The story
started, that is. I assume that Dad's horn wasn't the cause of my
friend's buck teeth.
One
morning, Dad pulled out of the driveway and started to drive to work.
As he headed slowly up Mimosa, Dad saw Spongebob riding toward him on
his bike. Dad stopped the car. My friend was riding fast, and had his
head turned backwards so he could yell at someone. He couldn't see
Dad's car. With no horn to honk, and no time to back up, Dad had
little choice but to watch my friend ride right into the bumper of
the car, fly into the air, and land face-first on the hood.
He
left a perfect imprint of his two huge front teeth in the hood.
Jack
“Squidward” Parker
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