Dear Reader,
My husband always likes to drive the car when we're going somewhere together and I've decided I might as well let him. There's a long list of wonderful things I could tell you about my husband, (we've been married almost 43 years and it just keeps getting better and better), but he's a backseat driver.
When I'm driving and he's riding along, why you'd think I was new to the city and had no idea where the market, the vet and our favorite Mexican restaurant was, because my husband thinks he has to tell me how to get there.
"Turn here. No, don't go that way. This way is faster. Turn left. Look out, that car looks like it's coming over into our lane. I think you should drive a little slower, Suzanne."
"I think you should be quiet, Dear."
There have been times I've simply pulled the car over and surrendered the wheel.
Pulling out of a driveway--it takes two. Did you know that? Funny, I remember doing it solo in my Driver's Ed test, and I passed on the first try. When I'm pulling out of a driveway my husband leans over so far to look out the side window, that all I can see is his head when I'm trying to look for cars.
"All clear," he'll assure me.
But somehow I think I'd be the one getting the ticket. "Officer, the accident is really my husband's fault. He told me it was all clear to go."
I'm beginning to think there's a backseat driver gene that runs in our family and our son has inherited it, because whenever we go anywhere together, even if we take my car, my son wants to drive. And if I don't relinquish the wheel, it turns into a bad rerun. I might as well be driving with my husband.
"Mom, you shouldn't go this way. Turn here. It's faster."
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
* For readers who've been asking, yes, I'll be including photos of my vintage hats in a column later this week.
Suzanne Beecher
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