The little lady has found a new tactic to TRY to wind me up. (I say TRY because it was early in the morning and I have to muster the small rements of energy available and focus in order to break for a red light, much less respond to a comment. *wink*)
Yeah.
SO.
We're driving along when the little lady says, "Carby is a slow car."
[Note: "Carby" is my Honda Civic.]
Followed by, "Make him go faster."
*sigh*
A.) Telling a speed queen that her car is slow can be a terrible blow. I like to pretend.
B.) There are limitations. By limitations, I mean traffic. By traffic, I mean that I live in the goddamn, overcrowded, too-densely-populated NorthEast, where assholes drive their Eddie Bauer, BMW, SUV-monstrosities and run over babies on the sidewalk.
Looks like she's taking after me...well, this time. She also hates amusement park rides and swing sets. *shakes head* I don't get that.
Pa
3 years ago
8 comments:
hehe as a fellow speed demon i have to say i dont get what the big deal is :)
you'd better find someone good to teach her to drive though
someone asked me to teach them to drive and i know you dont know anything about my track record behind the wheel but i laughed uproariously at the request
our first lesson is saturday :D
hey where's my fish story? dammit
LOL It's a wind-up ;)
She'd better not say that to me either, the little terror, I drive like a complete gent when she's in her bucket-seat.
Do you look in the mirror and check her expression when she says that? I reckon she'd definitely cranking yer handle, Mrs. ;) Right... food... NOW...
*cloud of dust and he's gone...*
Rebekah:
Nice. Pass on those lovely driving "skills." *notes one very small benefit of not living near Rebekah: safer streets* (I would forsake safe streets if it meant we could be in let's-go-out-for-happy-hour-tonight distance.) ;)
And I *will* find someone else to teach Noel to drive, BTW.
Right. Fish. I'll get on that next...[where next = the next 3 days] ;)
Fishlamp:
I see through your fascade, you humanitarian, you. You SAY it's about your car...SO unbelievable...
My Lever:
Yes you do. A *complete* gent, and it's *very* sweet.
Although, I *can* envision your reaction after she says your Forester is slow...LMAO..weeeeee! Watch out....
*mmmwah* good boy...
ooh you said the magic words: happy hour
happy indeed
well you could move to england or you could move back out here where we don't have traffic. On the way out to you I was doing 90 in Penn. I always think of you when I'm speeding, kindred spirits.
I don't know about the speed demon lady, but I do agree with baby-killing monstrosities like SUVs and BMWs...
I gotta say that what you get is probably as annoying as what I get..."mum, you're driving too fast. Slow down. How fast are you going now?" Talk about bloody back seat driving!
Keeefer:
I *obviously* need to be schooled in the "Keeefer way". LMAO.
*shakes head* ANd I think even before child labor laws, 3 year olds were still considered out-of-bounds for employment. ;)
Rebekah:
Drinking seemed like a GREAT idea until Thursday morning (when I was trying to determine if I was still drunk or had actually madde it to "hung over". Now the idea has come down a notch in brilliance. I'll be over it by next week. ;)
SFMD:
Now THAT is super-sweet, lady! Awww...you think of me while speeding. *huge grin* That makes me happy.
Anna:
Cheers, babe!
Mummy/Crit:
LMAO! Noel used to tell me where to turn at the ripe age of 1.5. SO yeah, fully sympathize with the back seat driving. Completely.... :D
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