Sometimes I just don’t understand how people can be so selfish. I mean, life is supposed to be a two-way street, right? You share the road? Give and take? But no, it’s just one person after another honking and cursing and trying to run you off the road. I don’t know if I can take it any more.
Then the police man pulls me over, and I realize this is a one-way street after all. Oops. Sorry, everyone.
Did you have another run in with Deputy Morrow?
love,
luke
Ah, yes. Deputy Morrow. Good times.
You know, I had you pegged as a common criminal right from day one.
I love that about you 🙂
you know, i knew there was a reason why i was glad that dad taught me how to drive, and now i remember!
love,
luke
…and now a word from your driving instructor:
Gee Luke, how kind of God to blot out in your memory our days of putting around in the RAV while you learned how to drive. Many are the times I cringe at how I behaved attempting to sit still as I road shotgun, letting you learn. Often I think it is inspite of me you have become an excellent driver!
However, I am interested to know what this post is about from your beloved Mum. I think I’ll give her a call…
Toot sweet. Pops
Re: …and now a word from your driving instructor:
Oh, you (plural)! I just made this up to amuse myself. I’m a good driver and a good driving instructor. I taught Grace, and she . . . well, never mind.
(Just kidding, Gracie.)
Love you’uns.
I beg to differ. I’m not a common criminal. I prefer to think of myself as uncommon.
But I’ll still take the love. ♥
Re: …and now a word from your driving instructor:
I do remember the word “careening” was involved in reference to speeds well under 40… you did me well Pa, discipline is good.
love,
luke