Austin, Mom and I were on our way
home after lunch. We got stuck behind this old car that was going
5-10 miles below the speed limit. The car was weaving and a guy in
the backseat had his arm hanging out the window and we were making
several comments about it.
Austin: You can tell that the driver is an old guy and you can see his handicap sticker hanging from the mirror. He needs to stop turning his head to talk to the old lady sitting next to him in the passenger seat.
Me, from the passenger seat in our car: Careful, Austin. One day that will be you. You’ll be driving and I’ll be the old lady yapping at you. You know how I yap. Wait until I’m that lady’s age. That guy doesn’t have any choice.
Austin: I don’t need to turn my head and weave all over the road. I can reach across the passenger seat, open the door, push you out and keep my eyes on the road. All at the same time.
Austin: You can tell that the driver is an old guy and you can see his handicap sticker hanging from the mirror. He needs to stop turning his head to talk to the old lady sitting next to him in the passenger seat.
Me, from the passenger seat in our car: Careful, Austin. One day that will be you. You’ll be driving and I’ll be the old lady yapping at you. You know how I yap. Wait until I’m that lady’s age. That guy doesn’t have any choice.
Austin: I don’t need to turn my head and weave all over the road. I can reach across the passenger seat, open the door, push you out and keep my eyes on the road. All at the same time.
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