When a nasty knee injury made me unable to drive for two
months, once I started again, I was feeling all manly and in charge,
driving us both home from a nice dinner at Ned's. I asked Carla: “Don't you like
this? Me driving you again?” She paused and thought about it. I expected her to
say that it didn't matter one way or the other, but she finally piped up with:
“Actually yes, I do like for you to drive!” I thought that was sweet, she liked
for me to be the man, taking care of her. Then she added: “I like it because
when I drive there's always an asshole in the passenger seat yelling out
directions on how to drive when he should just shut the fuck up!”
I really love that woman...
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