DRIVING DEAD CENTRE
Added on: 28th Mar 2016
THE ONE THING THAT DROVE ME
ABSOLUTELY CRAZY ABOUT MY
BOYFRIEND BILL WAS THE
WAY HE DROVE.
HE WOULD INSIST ON DRIVING
IN THE DEAD CENTRE
OF A TWO WAY INTERSECTION
AND NO MATTER HOW MUCH
I COMPLAINED,
SULKED, AND THREATENED,
NOTHING MADE A DENT.
THE ONLY CONSOLATION I FOUND
WAS THE THOUGHT THAT AT LEAST
THE CARS COMING TOWARDS US,
WERE STAYING IN THEIR LANE.
SURE ENOUGH,
I SOON RESIGNED MYSELF
TO MY FATE,
BUT I WOULD STILL CRINGE
ALL TOO OFTEN WHILE ON THE ROAD.
WELL, THE DAY FINALLY CAME
WHEN I WAS TO MEET BILL’S FAMILY.
WE HEADED TO THE SMALL HICK TOWN
THAT HE WAS FROM IN PENNSYLVANIA
AND HAD A GRAND OL’
TIME WITH HIS FOLKS.
IT WAS WHEN WE WENT OUT FOR
A DRIVE IN THE OLD FAMILY PICK UP
THAT I LEARNED THAT THINGS
COULD GET QUITE A BIT WORSE.
“DON’T WORRY ABOUT MY
HUSBAND’S DRIVING IN
THE CENTRE OF THE ROAD,”
SAID BILL’S MOM
WITH A BIG FRIENDLY SMILE,
AS WE HEADED ONTO
A TWO WAY INTERSECTION.
“THAT’S WHAT EVERYONE
DOES AROUND HERE!!”
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