Christian Comedian, Jeff Allen

Here’s a great fun interview I had with Debbie Alan (no relation… she doesn’t even spell her last name properly).

I just think it’s an unfortunate “coincidence” that the hooks that the Somali Pirates use are manufactured right here in the US of A.

There I was, calmly dining on our favorite family cuisine.  I’ve always been a firm believer in families dining together. In the course of a day, it’s hard to get the kids to stop for five minutes and tell you what’s on their minds.

And here it came from my 15-year old, “Hey! I just thought of this! I’ll be driving in a year!”

That innocent remark kept me awake for eight weeks. I couldn’t get out of my head the terrifying prospect of him driving a car. Last Saturday I was looking out my window when, riding by on his bicycle, he popped a wheelie and plowed right into our mail box.

My wife suggested we sign him up for Driver’s Education. I agreed with her that that was a good idea. I made the call and found out they now charge $250 for Driver’s Ed! Are you kidding me! Two hundred and fifty dollars!  No way, I told my wife. I will teach the lad.

One hour with him, and I came in the house with a tic on both sides of my face. I hit that imaginary brake so many times, I wore a hole in the carpet. It was as if I had some kind of mantra going, I kept repeating the same thing over and over again: “Tell me you saw the truck, tell me you saw the kid on the bike, tell me you saw the office building!”

When we finally got home, I fell out of the car and kissed the ground. (I imagined this must have been what Columbus felt like finding dry land.)
When I walked in, Tami ran up all excited, “How was it!?”

He ran up to his mom and gave her a hug, and said it was “awesome” and ran to call one of his chums.

She took one look at me and said, “That bad, huh?”

I went and got my checkbook and wrote a check for five hundred dollars to the Driver’s Ed department. Believe me, those people are grossly under paid.

With his Learner’s Permit,  we let him drive us to church on Sunday. We figure that way we could get our prayer time in before we get there.

Sometimes there are so many miracles, we skip church and go straight to Cracker Barrel.

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