I have been burning rubber since 2011 when Truett had a tumor removed at Shands. I have driven hundreds and hundreds of miles visiting my husband and transporting my mom to and from her doctors' appointments. I have also driven Clay to and from his appointments.
I can put up with Mom talking to road signs and churches she obviously disagree in belief with. I can put up with Clay riding with me, talking about his pipe dreams.
But the one thing that drives me batty is driving Truett to lunch in either Lake City or Gainesville. The Mayor of Fort White is incorrigible!
"What the h--- are you doing?" he shouts.
And I'm thinking, "I'm driving."
Oh, my word. He is a true backseat driver without control of the wheel.
I know it irritates him when I run over a curb; but, folks, I'm to0 short to see the curb. I used to be tall, but not any more. Too bad, Truett. I'll give you this one.
If I didn't have to drive again, I would be one happy camper because I hate driving the Mayor of Fort White anywhere.
P.S. I heard he cussed a Lion's Club member for his irradic driving in the dark.
Scratch this person off of our list. :(
Driving the Mayor of Fort White is NOT driving Miss Daisy!
Ya know.....what I would really like to read is your thought while you listen to all this. Your REAL thoughts. Haha! Those words may be forbidden on the site.
We aren't suppose to run over the curb? I thought it was there to let us know when we were in the right place. :)
Posted by: Mary Anne | January 12, 2013 at 08:23 AM