So, now that my sister has a driver license, I have to put up with her life sucking brattiness every tine we have to go somewhere together.
Her: "Get out of the drivers seat it's my turn."
Me: "I don't think so. Last time I checked I already told you, if I'm in the car, I drive."
Her: "Your driving sucks!"
Me: (To myself) I suppose that is because I have several thousand more hours behind the wheel than you do. Not to mention two DOT EVO courses, three agency specific EVAP courses, an evasive driving class, a high speed pursuit driving class, four years driving an ambulance, four years driving a fire engine, two years driving a water tender and five years diving my own truck. I have more incident free miles than just about everyone else at all the places I work, I have never even been pulled over, let alone cited. My boss routinely asks me to teach driving to new people 'cause he says I'm one of the best drivers on the service. And you have had your license for what, three months? During which I know you have been pulled over twice and had dad take the keys from you at least 2 or 3 times and whenever you drive, pictures of the worst wrecks I've been to flash through my mind......(to her): "Yea I don't think so. You don't seem to remember, my list of approved drivers is very small."
Her: Get out or I'll hit you."
Me: "I'm sorry...no."
Her: Hits me. Lol....
Me: "Really? Cause you are not driving."
Her: Get out or I'll tell dad."
Me: "Oh great. Real mature of you. All this really has me just DYING to let you drive."
Her: "Really?"
Me: "Heck no. Now get in the passenger seat or stay home.
Her: "No you do it."
Me: "Nope. we're done."
Her: Starts crying and runs to dad, who doesn't like her driving any more than I do......
Sheesh.....you would think she was 4 instead of 19. I'm sorry. She is not driving with me in the car. If you can't drive in a strait line, at a constant speed, make smooth corners or talk and drive to your passengers without weaving like you are drunk, you don't freaking drive the car with me in it! END OF STORY!
Women. Sometimes I can't stand them.
No offense to any of you women if you are the good kind. I just know that I have met probably enough to count on one hand. So if you are the right kind, congratulations.