Okay – so Marisa doesn’t know I’m writing this blog, and please don’t tell her.
Marisa and I do a lot of traveling in the car together. Mostly me driving, alright, all of the time I’m driving. Marisa does drive when she has to, but she’s not a big fan of getting behind the wheel, so if there’s someone else who can stick the key in, knows where drive and reverse are, she’s happy to take the passenger seat. However, whenever I’m behind the wheel I silently drive her towards insanity with each passing mile. First of all, I like to look at people when I’m talking to them, even while I’m driving. Marisa and I are great chatter boxes and we amuse each other endlessly; seriously, Marisa can make me guffaw at the drop of a hat. Invariably she’ll start telling me a story while we’re driving, and I’ll look straight at her as I respond. This absolutely makes her crazy, she’ll start by opening her eyes as wide as possible and look straight ahead at the road; and if I don’t get the hint, she’ll point to the road and, and if I’m still yapping or laughing (and of course looking at her instead of the road), she’ll grit her teeth and say “don’t look at me!” It’s taken several years, and there are times I still forget, but I’m getting much better at looking where I’m going when we’re in the car.
There are other things I do that she finds a bit annoying. I sometimes talk on the phone while I’m driving. However, I always manage to leave my cell phone in my purse, in the back seat, and don’t remember it’s there until it starts ringing. So what’s a person to do? Exactly – I keep driving while I reach around with my hand blindly trying to reach my purse and answer my phone before they hang up. Of course this is more than she can bear; so she’ll lunge for it and haul it into the front seat and onto my lap. Then there’s the whole search and siege procedure, digging through the papers, make-up, combs, etc. to find my cell phone at the bottom of my bag. At this point she’s literally beside herself — there are no longer twins in the car, there are triplets. I’m aware she’s none too happy, but I’ve got to answer the phone. Invariably I’ll also be looking for the address to our final destination – yikes! She is now completely in another universe, because she cannot understand that I’m feeling perfectly fine multi-tasking. She certainly doesn’t mind if I multi-task as long as I’m not behind the wheel, and she’s not in the car. Often times, I perceive she wants to scream so hard and so loud, “Maria, quit it!!” But no, she maintains somewhat of a calm exterior, even when I notice her foot is on the imaginary brake. But each time I drop her off at home she always says, “Thanks for doing all the driving.”
So there, I’ve said it out loud, I actually am an annoying driver – I admit it. And now I’ve purged, I’m going to change my evil ways. Marisa -you are going to see the kinder gentler side of my driving abilities, Miss Daisy here we come.
What about you – any annoying habits that drive your loved ones around the bend??