True, 99% of the time Mom drops the teen boys off at school and picks them up.
So I get "treated to the tales of all the a$$hole drivers, b@tches cutting people off, &^%$# police won't enforce the school zones",
all sorts of drama and misery Monday through Friday to capture my attention after a day's work.
And the boys note her attitude and New York language through all of the daily adventure. "F*ck you, a**hole, that's MY LANE"...!
So on the rare occasions when Ever Suffering Otherwise Sweet Wife and Mom might be off to Baltimore visiting relatives for a week, or some such other time, I get to take the task.
No stress, no problems.
That 3/4 ton Chevy G20 does all the talking, and I never have to do a thing except flip the turn signal.
"I'm going THERE, get in the way if you DARE.
Sheesh.
Control what you can, and don't worry about the rest.
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