Just the other day, The Duppster and I were going somewhere in his truck. He was driving.
Now, this is significant, because for a long, long time I’ve had this thing about riding with other people. I’m what folks call a “back-seat driver,” although I don’t mean to be. When I see brake lights in front of me, I gasp or holler or freak out or something. I try to put on brakes from the passenger side (on those rare occasions when I actually consent to riding with someone.)
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