It’s Saturday night and we’re going up to some Under21 club up in Manchester. The four of us pile into The Mule and we’re off. It’s me and my grrl Becca in the front seat -and Marc and his grrl Rebecca in the back seat. There’s a highway that makes it a straight shot, but it’s a toll-road, so I’ve gotta dig some change outta my pockets as we approach the toll booth. I roll down my window as we approach the basket -and that’s when my unfortunate smart@ss gear kicks in. I’m gonna make a spectacle of myself while turning the mundane task of depositing two quarters in a toll-basket into an NBA all-star two-handed slam dunk. So I unbuckle my seatbelt and hang all-out the driver's-side window, while we’re going about 1 mph, and I heave up to drop down a thunderous dunk. Ka-BOOM! I’ve caught the girls by surprise and they’re scrambling to haul me back in, but it’s too late. The quarters go down, the gate goes up, and I’m already back in the cockpit headed out onto the highway.

   We hit the club and fun is had by all.

   I haven't been drinking, but everybody’s been dancing, so it’s gonna be a tired, quiet ride home. I don’t have any change, so grrlfriend spots me the fifty cents as we get to the tollbooth for the southward leg. As I’m rolling down the window though, there’s a spark of déjà vu and then that smart@ss gear kicks in, and I’m thinking… How the hellio do you top a "hanging all out the car, two handed, running, slam dunk"? -And of course it hits me, like all bad ideas do, that the only way to top it, is to turn it into a Reverse dunk.

   My seatbelt is off in a flash. I’ve got one foot on the brake and one knee on the wheel as I arch out to bridge the distance between my window and the toll basket. Rebecca’s shouting and Becca’s grabbing at my jacket, but I’m already past the point of no return. Looking “up” upside-down, I see the basket and with a broad sweeping motion of my outstretched arms, I bring the hammer down on the reverse dunk. Bla-DOW!