Picture this: it’s a typical morning rush hour, and I’m crammed into the passenger seat while my husband, Mike, is juggling his coffee cup in one hand, blowing his nose with the other, and steering with his knees—yes, knees—while he hurls insults at the tailgater behind us. With his latest brilliant idea, he decides to slow down below the speed limit, thinking he can teach the driver a lesson. (Honestly, dude, just chill out.)
After a few minutes of this nonsense, the car behind us finally gets the hint and backs off, allowing us to speed back up to the speed limit. Meanwhile, I’m turning red with frustration because I’m now late for work. I love Mike to the moon and back, but sometimes his driving makes me want to shake him senseless.
The Driving Dilemma
Isn’t it funny how driving brings out the worst in people? Mike and I never see eye to eye on anything related to our car rides. He cranks the heat up to a level that makes me feel like I’m melting into the seat, while I prefer it just warm enough to wear a light jacket.
Then there’s the music situation. Mike loves to listen to NPR, getting all worked up about the latest political drama, while I try to survive the onslaught of his awful music choices. Sometimes, just to get back at him, I’ll switch the station to easy listening, featuring artists like Celine Dion. It’s pure joy to watch his forehead veins pulse in frustration.
Distractions on the Road
No matter where we are headed, Mike’s eyes are always drawn to distractions on the side of the road. “Look at that house getting renovated! I hope they keep that gorgeous barn!” Or “Yard sale!” And suddenly, we’re creeping along, rubbernecking at what could have been a quick drive. I try to kindly remind him, “That yellow line is not a suggestion!” but my gentle encouragement seems to fall on deaf ears. “Wait! Vintage record players? We’re turning around!”
As much as I’d love to take the wheel myself, I’m currently very pregnant, which means my ability to reach the pedals is nonexistent. So, I’m stuck with Mike’s driving for now. It’s funny how driving can turn anyone into a raging lunatic. His style makes me want to pull my hair out, and I’m sure my overly cautious, rule-following ways drive him crazy too. The day I can finally take control of the situation again is the day I’ll be saying goodbye to his maddening driving habits.
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Summary
Navigating the car with my husband, Mike, is an adventure filled with heated debates over temperature, music, and driving styles. His tendency to get distracted and slow down for roadside attractions while I just want a smooth ride can be infuriating. As I wait for the day I can drive again, I reflect on the chaos that comes with being passengers in each other’s vehicles.