Robin tells me all the time that I drive like an old lady. When we go to my mom's, I offer to drive and her response is always the same, "No. I'd like to get there today".
She wishes I drove like an old lady. On the way to work today (where I am right now, thank you), this old lady passed my at about 80 miles per hour in a 45 zone. I was in the fast lane, she came up to my right, glared at me, then sped off. Surprisingly, she did not shoot me a bird.
I detest Miami drivers. Especially Robin. Maybe I should clarify ~ I don't hate Robin. I hate the way she drives. That's no secret. I am an awful backseat driver, I know. But she's an awful driver. Period.
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