When my cousin crashed our rental car, leaving me with a $5,000 bill, I spent months trying to get her to pay me back. Just as I gave up, I saw her flaunting her ‘success’ on social media and discovered I wasn’t the only one she owed. Karma caught up to her, and I got a front-row seat!
It’s been a year since that disastrous West Coast holiday, and I still feel the sting of that $5,000 debt. My cousin Debra, who’s supposed to be an accountant, racked up a huge damage charge on our rental car and then had the audacity to act like it wasn’t her problem.
It was under my name, so guess who got stuck with the bill? That’s right, me. Lisa, the ever-reliable project manager from Boston. I swear, some days I think my middle name should be “Doormat.”
I remember that holiday like it was yesterday. Seven of us cousins decided to get together for some “family bonding” out on the West Coast.
Debra was there, of course, with her charismatic charm and reckless attitude. One evening, she decided it would be a fantastic idea to drive the rental car down a narrow, winding coastal road at night.
The air was crisp, the moonlight casting eerie shadows as she sped along the road, ignoring my pleas to slow down.
“Come on, Lisa, live a little!” Debra laughed, her voice filled with reckless glee.
She cranked up the music and took another swig from her bottle. I clutched the seat, my knuckles white.
“Debra, please, you’re going too fast!” I yelled, my heart pounding.
She just laughed harder, taking a sharp turn way too quickly. My heart stopped as the car skidded toward the edge, tires screeching.
I thought we were all going to die that night, but the guardrail saved us. The impact when we slammed into it was jarring, leaving us all stunned and the car a complete wreck.
The holiday mood? Completely ruined.
When the rental company slapped a $5,000 damage charge on the car, Debra just shrugged.
“We’re family,” she said with a flippant wave of her hand. “We should all pitch in.”
The other cousins mumbled vague agreements.
“Maybe we can split it evenly,” suggested Jimmy, the peacemaker of the group.
“Split it? Are you kidding? I wasn’t even in the car,” retorted Martha, crossing her arms.
“I can’t afford that right now,” mumbled Jake, avoiding eye contact.
Snoopy in real life: dog named Bayley is the cartoon dog’s identical twin
Everyone adores Snoopy, one of the most well-known cartoon dogs in the world and Charlie Brown’s intrepid pet beagle.
The internet is currently obsessed with a real-life pet dog named Bayley who looks just like Snoopy.
There is an eerie similarity. Despite being a Mini Sheepadoodle and Snoopy being a beagle, Bayley’s white body and black ears make her seem like Snoopy’s twin.
The Instagram page @doodledogsclub published a picture of Bayley beside the adored Peanuts pet, referring to her as “the spitting image of Snoopy.” This post caused Bayley to become well-known overnight.
The account stated, “Bailey is the perfect real-life version of our favorite cartoon dog, with those big ears and that button nose.” On Instagram, the picture has gotten more than 1.2 million likes.
With more than 180,000 followers on Instagram, Bayley is also a prominent figure on the platform.
The page is updated by Bayley’s owners with pictures of the adorable dog having the time of her life. In one video, the dog is shown sipping from a Starbucks “pup cup.”
A mix between a small poodle and an old English sheepdog, Bayley is a mini sheepadoodle. The hybrid breed is renowned for having a joyful and amiable temperament.
Since his 1950 comic strip debut, Snoopy has become one of the most well-known characters in the world. However, the real dog named Spike, who belonged to Peanuts author Charles M. Schulz, served as the inspiration for the character.
Leave a Reply