On the rare occasions that Mike and I get to go someplace together, he generally insists that I drive and that we take my car. I find this interesting, because the conversation that tends to happen goes like this:
Mike: Sara, that car/truck in front of us isn't going as fast as we are.
Sara: Mike, do you see that my turn signal is on and I'm changing lanes as we speak so that I can pass this car/truck that isn't going as fast as us?
Mike: You didn't do that until I mentioned that car/truck wasn't going as fast as us.
Sara: Michael Eugene (yes, his middle name is "Eugene"), do you have ANY IDEA just how many miles I drive in a week without you? How do you think I survive when you're not here to warn me of impending doom?
Mike: I don't know, but it definitely keeps me awake at night.
So the other day, we were driving somewhere, and he decided to take a new approach to this conversation:
Mike: Sara, that car/truck in front of us isn't going as fast as we are.
Sara: Michael, I realize that. I'm changing lanes right now. Thanks again for the warning.
(Looooooooooong pause - I mean like, coupla minutes)
Mike: (casually) I don't know why your brakes go bad so often. You NEVER, EVER USE THEM.
Stopped me in my tracks. I love him. ;)
4 comments:
Too funny! Eric makes me drive everywhere we go too! I hate it.
Men and driving, a VERY interesting subject. Amazing that I drove 3000 miles this summer, but must have his advice on driving to Pizza Shoppe.
That is too funny! Men just don't understand.
My DH always drives, and never tells me what to do when I do! I tell him, "there's a car coming, watch out, slow down". Or I just grab his arm!
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