I like driving.
I like driving so much that I prefer to do it where ever we go… even when Jeff is in the car. I say, it’s because I get car sick and I just can’t be a passenger but really, I just like to drive.
It’s not that Jeff is a bad driver, it’s just that he doesn’t drive like I do.
I can’t stand not being in control.
Yes, I may have control issues.
What I really like about driving, is driving by myself.
There is just nothing better than being in the car alone and on the open road. Just me and my thoughts, singing and dancing to my favorite music.
Sometimes my dancing gets a little animated and I am not only entertaining myself but the people in the cars next to me.
I recently began thinking about this notion that people seems to think that when they are in their cars they can’t be seen my others.
I get it, I do because when you are in your car driving down the road, it can feel like you are alone. The car becomes like your own private space. But the thing is, it’s not very private at all.
If you stop and think about it, a car is mostly windows and unless you are some rap star or a mafia princess and have a car with tinted windows, people can see what you are doing.
Girls, remember this when the guy you are with convinces you to’ put your head in his lap’.
First of all, this is very distracting to the guy driving and you could get into a car accident and then you’d have to explain to the cops, your parents and the rest of the world why you not only bit off the guy’s penis when the car hit the wall but also what said penis was doing in your mouth. Second of all, truck drivers, minivan drivers and SUV drivers sit pretty high up and that gives them a good vantage point aka we can see you.
Trust me on this, I drive a minivan.
I also never understood the whole doing your hair and make-up in the car while driving.
I once drove behind a woman and watched her not only put on full make-up, we’re talking foundation, fake eye lashes and lipstick, I also watched her curl her hair with a curling iron and then paint her fingernails.
Hello! You are in your car… not the bathroom.
Maybe a lesson in time management is in order?!
But I have to say besides seeing people yell, talk and sing to themselves, which I am totally guilty of, the most common thing to see people do in their cars in eat.
I do this all the time.
I mean, why wouldn’t I? In the car, when I am alone is the one time where I can order food for myself, just the way I want it and not end up sharing half or all of it with some child who’s stomach is never full and they have their mouth set on ‘inhale food’ mode.
“Hey, look,” Jeff said pointing to the car next to us as I waited at the stop light.
I turned my head to see what Jeff was seeing.
“That girl is eating garbanzo beans,” Jeff stated.
I once again looked in the direction that Jeff was. I saw a young girl in a blue car and she sure enough, she was eating something from a can.
“Garbanzo beans?” I questioned since I was not able to get a good look at the can.
“Yeah,” Jeff answered, “with a fork. She is eating garbanzo beans from a can with a fork.”
I turned to try and see if Jeff was correct but since he wears glasses and those glasses allegedly give him vision like Superman, I decided not to question and just go with it. Also, the stop light turned from red to green.
“Well, beans are good for you,” I stated, thinking that this looked like a young college aged girl who probably was low on cash and needed a quick, filling, not to fatty, cheap meal before doing out to the bar where her night would be filled with hot guys hitting on her and buying her drinks. She wanted something to fill her up but not too full so she could get her buzz on.
Beans were the obvious choice.
“But if she crashes,” Jeff began, “She will not only take a fork to the eye but she will make hummus.”
I looked at Jeff.
He looked back at me.
I laughed and then said, “Hey, you want to go to that Turkish restaurant for dinner. They have the best hummus.”