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.
T.J. HOOKER STAR JAMES DARREN PASSES AWAY AT 88 LEAVING FANS HEARTBROKEN
Actor James Darren, famous for roles in films like *Gidget* and TV shows such as *T.J. Hooker* and *Star Trek: Deep Space Nine*, has passed away at the age of 88.
According to TMZ, James Darren died peacefully in his sleep at Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles on Monday.
The exact cause of death is not known yet, but his son, Jim Moret, shared that his father had heart problems and was being treated at Cedars-Sinai’s cardiac unit.
Darren had originally gone to the hospital for an aortic valve replacement but was considered too weak to have the surgery. He was sent home but had to return to the hospital shortly after.
Jim Moret expressed his thoughts, saying, “I always thought he would pull through because he was so cool. He was always cool.”
James Darren became famous as a teen idol when he played the surfer Moondoggie in the 1959 film *Gidget*. He returned to this role in the sequels *Gidget Goes Hawaiian* and *Gidget Goes to Rome*.
He also had a notable role as police officer Jim Corrigan on *T.J. Hooker*, where he appeared in 66 episodes over four seasons.
James Darren wasn’t just an actor; he was also a singer and performed the theme song for *Gidget*. He directed episodes for shows like *Melrose Place*, *Beverly Hills, 90210*, and *The A-Team*, among others.
Rest in peace, James Darren.
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