Driving Miss H
I needed to go to the grocery store today and was trying to figure out how to get there besides walking and pulling and pushing a full cart of groceries back home and leaving some of the stuff I wanted in the store because of the fear it would fall off the walking cart that we have stored in the garage. So, when my nephew volunteered to take us I was happy. He has been driving for over a year so I figured that he would do pretty good going a few miles to the grocery store.
Well, it started with him pulling up the house with music blaring from the car which probably could be heard a block away or at least a half block away. I cringed at the thought of my impending hearing loss as my son and I approached the car. So, we get in and put seatbelts on. I asked him to turn the radio down a few decimals for the sake of my hearing and everyone else's too. So, he complied with my request and turn it down enough to actually hear another car horn if necessary.
Now, the route he takes to the store is a direct route. That can be good on a day other then a Saturday in the middle of the morning. That street stays crowded most of the time but on a Saturday everyone seems to be going somewhere and they all seem to be taking the same route. This Saturday was no exception. So, it was stop and go. My heart almost stopped a few times on this drive. According to him a yellow light means speed up, tailgating is the thing to do never mind that the car in front might possibly make a sudden stop and you might possibly end up on his bumper and not in a good way, and a stop sign oh that just means yield if no other cars are coming. Speed bumps don't mean slow down they mean speed up and have everyone almost bouncing in the car.
I pointed out all these things to him and he looked at me like I had told him his paycheck was going to be late or something and assured me that nothing would happen that I would return home safe and sound. I prayed that would be the truth all the way there and back.
After we were on the road home again he asked if I wanted to get some fast food. I declined the offer and my son was not very happy to see us passing Mac Donald's and he could only watch out the window and wish and wave. But, I was just trying to get home and open my eyes which were closed about half the time on the way home. My knuckles were probably a new shade of white from holding on to the door all the way back.
We returned home all in one piece and to my surprise the eggs were still in tact too. I was worried when we went over that last speed bump and I heard something fall from the back of the car. We made it home and he carried all the groceries up the stairs with my son and after we had tuna sandwiches for lunch, made by me in my own kitchen, he was on the road again. I told him to call me when he got to his destination and made a note to myself never ever to have him take me anywhere until he turned 30 or until I turned 90 whichever came first.
Well, it started with him pulling up the house with music blaring from the car which probably could be heard a block away or at least a half block away. I cringed at the thought of my impending hearing loss as my son and I approached the car. So, we get in and put seatbelts on. I asked him to turn the radio down a few decimals for the sake of my hearing and everyone else's too. So, he complied with my request and turn it down enough to actually hear another car horn if necessary.
Now, the route he takes to the store is a direct route. That can be good on a day other then a Saturday in the middle of the morning. That street stays crowded most of the time but on a Saturday everyone seems to be going somewhere and they all seem to be taking the same route. This Saturday was no exception. So, it was stop and go. My heart almost stopped a few times on this drive. According to him a yellow light means speed up, tailgating is the thing to do never mind that the car in front might possibly make a sudden stop and you might possibly end up on his bumper and not in a good way, and a stop sign oh that just means yield if no other cars are coming. Speed bumps don't mean slow down they mean speed up and have everyone almost bouncing in the car.
I pointed out all these things to him and he looked at me like I had told him his paycheck was going to be late or something and assured me that nothing would happen that I would return home safe and sound. I prayed that would be the truth all the way there and back.
After we were on the road home again he asked if I wanted to get some fast food. I declined the offer and my son was not very happy to see us passing Mac Donald's and he could only watch out the window and wish and wave. But, I was just trying to get home and open my eyes which were closed about half the time on the way home. My knuckles were probably a new shade of white from holding on to the door all the way back.
We returned home all in one piece and to my surprise the eggs were still in tact too. I was worried when we went over that last speed bump and I heard something fall from the back of the car. We made it home and he carried all the groceries up the stairs with my son and after we had tuna sandwiches for lunch, made by me in my own kitchen, he was on the road again. I told him to call me when he got to his destination and made a note to myself never ever to have him take me anywhere until he turned 30 or until I turned 90 whichever came first.
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