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.
Jenna Dewan Mourns: ‘You Showed Me I Could Become a Mother’
The 43-year-old actress Jenna Dewan is mourning the passing of Meeka, her cherished puppy. Meeka, who was eighteen, died on May 28. On May 29, Jenna posted a touching ode to her “first baby” on Instagram. Over the years, she shared a number of pictures of herself with Meeka, including ones of Meeka with Jenna’s kids, Callum Kazee, 4, and Everly Tatum, 10, who are Jenna’s children.
In the tearful message, Jenna talked about how much she loved her animal friend and how many memories they had made together. She made the amusing comment that Meeka and she have “more eras than” Taylor Swift. As Jenna had different experiences and became a mother, she also acknowledged Meeka’s important influence in her life.
Meeka was Jenna’s continuous comfort and support system during their 18-year journey. She traveled the world with the devoted puppy, who also supported her during the difficult postpartum and quarantine periods. Jenna will always treasure the memories she shared with Meeka, who was the queen of the house.
Jenna expressed thankfulness for the dog’s calm transition even in Meeka’s last hours. She feels that because Jenna is currently expecting a child with her fiancé, Steve Kazee, Meeka’s soul will continue to watch over them and the new member of their family.
This loss occurs after Wylie, a rescue dog, was adopted by Jenna and Steve in 2021. With their furry friends and kids by their sides, they are creating a loving family. Jenna is thankful for the wonderful gift Meeka was and their enduring relationship, even though she is greatly missed.
Let’s pay tribute to and remember Jenna’s cherished puppy, Meeka, who filled her life with so much happiness and company.
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