Saddly the crazy parking reminds me of me.
My kind of park job.
That is why Ryan hates driving with me…
I guess it doesn’t help that I say,
“Ok, you look that way and I’ll look this way. I don’t feel like looking on that side today.”
or
“Ok, look on your side and tell me if I’m going to hit anything.”
or
“Hold on to your gertle myrtle we’re headn’ for the ruhbarb!”
or
“What do you mean stay in the middle of the dotted lines? I like to give each side of the road equal driving time. It helps the roads from developing wheel rut thingys.”
I’m starting to pick up on being passive aggressive and beginning to enjoy the wonderfulness of that kind of attitude. Whenever I am annoyed or mad at Ryan I drive and refuse to get out of the drivers seat, even when he physically tries to remove me. He ends up geting a headache and gets so upset and tense while I drive. It makes me laugh. Ah, good times, good times.