LOL
I’ve been there, sorta. In high school, I worked summers as a construction laborer. For a time, I drove a big truck with a clutch that was stiff as a board. You really had to come down on it. And sure enough, every day after work, I’d get into my ‘55 Pontiac with its automatic transmission, and SLAM my foot down onto the poor floorboard. :)
Me too. In H.S. I accidentally jammed the accelerator in my decade old ‘75 Pinto, and two days later nearly collided with the mailbox at the end of the driveway.