Bob Namwen did everything backwards. He even spelled his name that way. In reality, he was the son of the town’s bank manager, Mr. Ralph Newman. Get it?
Bob dressed backwards. His tie hung down his backbone. His winter cap pointed the opposite direction than everyone else’s, and his coat hung closed in the front, open in the back. He ate backwards, too, holding spoons and forks by the wrong end. When friends said, «Hey, Bob, you’re doing that wrong,» he’d get angry and tell them to mind their own business.
Things were going pretty good for Bob until one day he tried to drive his father’s car—backwards. He took out the front seat and installed a kitchen stool so he could swivel around and face where he’d been. With one hand he gripped the steering wheel and with the other, positioned a mirror by his face so he could see where he was supposed to go. Then he stretched a leg back to the accelerator and headed for McDonald’s.
At an intersection he got all mixed up. Which way should he go? Is right really right or is right left in the mirror? That’s when he also discovered he couldn’t reach the brake pedal, drove off the road, and wrecked his whole day.
Silly story, huh? No one would be that foolish! Well, you haven’t met Scott.
Scott knows what the Bible says about stealing and dishonor-ing his parents, yet he does both. Or Jessica? Although she has read in the Bible about guarding what enters her mind, still she watches filth on television. Tyler understands how important Bible reading is, but he’d rather cruise the internet.