This is a story about neither depression nor mania but it is still a hilarious story I can tell about myself. I was about 19 years old (and admittedly a terrible driver) when I pulled into the parking lot at church. I went to park my car and somehow missedand parked my car INTO another car. Well, I frantically get out of the car (without moving it, mind you) to ask my sister in law who was driving separately what to do. She told me the only thing I could do, since the wait before service ended was so long, was to leave a note with all of my information for the driver. OK. So, I walk back over to my car barefooted (when I was younger I would drive barefoot if wearing flip flops) to move my car, still smashed into this other car, only to find that I have locked my keys in the car WITH the car running AND my shoes on the floorboard of the passenger side. YAY me! Well, we had to drive around the parking lot until we found a police car (there are almost always police officers at the mega church I attend). He broke into my car for me only to lecture me the entire time on the importance of wearing shoes while driving. By the time I got back into my car, so much time had passed we just waited for the other driver to come back out of church.