I'm a backseat driver.
It's an affliction I just can't seem to control. I feel this compulsion to help
A trip from point A to B will typically sounds much like this…
Me: "We need to be in the left lane."
Hubby: Than you drive.
Me: "That stoplight up ahead is red."
Hubby: Do you want to drive?
Me: "Are we this close to that car's bumper because you like the smell of exhaust fumes?"
Hubby: You can drive next time.
Me: “Why don't we get around this car.”
Hubby: Gives the "shut-up" look
Me: "Unless you like going 30 miles an hour."
Hubby: You know what… you are driving home.
Me: “Don’t change lanes now, there is a semi-truck… I don’t like being next to them.”
Hubby: If you can drive better than why are you not driving?
Me: “Is there a reason we are not going the speed limit?”
Hubby: Really? Every time?
Me: “I would have taken the other street.”
Hubby: I am going to pull the fucking car over and you drive!
Me: "Well, we are here now."
What he doesn’t seem to understand is that I am just being constructive and offering help. The problem is not always him… it is mostly the other
So for now, I will continue to aide those transporting my precious cargo.
Do you do anything that drives your loved ones crazy?