Payback

The other day I drove 100 miles with  four feet of my scarf sticking out of the car and dragging along the ground. AND, it was 32 degrees and sleeting.

Sigh. Such a pretty scarf too: I got so I was very vain, wearing it.

I had closed it in the car door though I didn’t know it ‘til we got to our destination. It was frozen solid, like a brick, only sort of bent.

Old Dave thought it was the funniest thing in the world. I think he saw it as payback, because when I say I was driving I was really only helping him drive, which I admit I do, since he’s so aggressive a driver, passing this driver, nosing right up under their petticoats of that one. I used to read, or nap, or treat him to my own brand of fascinating chatter as we drove. Now I seem to  be so vigilant I can’t do anything but ‘help him’ steer. It’s like this anniversary card I just bought to give him where they even got the name right. As you can see, the front says “Dave didn’t have to watch where he was going…” Then when you open it up it reads “Because his wife was an excellent back seat driver.” 

back seat driving

Just look at that woman sitting behind him. Of course I don’t look like a bit like her – not me! But the weird thing is, she does look a lot like my mom when she got her bossy hat on. Hmmm, what was it that Oscar Wilde said? “Every woman becomes like her mother. That is her tragedy. No man does. That’s his”? (Good old Oscar Wilde: so epigrammatic always – and so RIGHT!)

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5 thoughts on “Payback

  1. I’m really, really glad that the scarf was not wound around your neck. Think Isadora Duncan in the 1920s who lost her life that way! I hope Dave appreciates your wise advice. My husband once offered to stop by the side of the road and LET ME OUT.

  2. I have a friend who never said a word when we/I drove all over Italy and Germany (she had no license) , but now if I’m driving she has something to say every moment (get in the left lane here, that guy should step on it, move to the right lane as soon as you can). I think I’ll ask her to drive from now on when I go to visit. You don’t have to be married to have your own back seat driver. Ha!

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