Our son with the learner’s permit needs to log another 35 hours before he turns 16. So, he drove me to school this morning. Twenty-three minutes.
He noticed that I kept peeking in the passenger side mirror.
“Mom, there’s no one behind me. You’ve got to chill.”
A few minutes later…
“It’s so weird, no one has been behind me the whole ride. I’m killin’ it.”
“They’re all passing you in the other lane.”
“No, they’re not,” as yet another car zoomed past. Then, “Oh.”
“Driving below the speed limit is just as disruptive as driving too fast. Especially during rush hour, when people are rushing.”
“So, you’re calling me Grandma?”