Sadness okay!My friends don't think I can steer a car in the right direction. One thinks I'm too nice to be allowed on the road because "...all the other cars will cut into your lane nicely" and I'll just let them. She even demonstrated my allowing them in with a huge grin and an overly exaggerated hand gesture. Angelyn says I'm too nice to drive on KL roads. The other one is too traumatized by my banging skills to trust me to drive myself home.
Even arguing that I've been driving my bound-by-blood-so-they-can't-abandon-me family everywhere didn't cut it. What's this lah? I'm NOT nice. Especially on the roads.
Come to think of it, that is always the reaction I get when I tell people I drive or try to hypnotise them into dropping their keys into my palms. The relatives are excusable 'cause they have seen me running around mad covered with chocolate stains and the transition is urm...hard? But those of you who have been spared of this, there. is. no. valid. excuse. I drive just fine!
Oh, nevermind. This is another one of those things that you just have to see.
I promise I'll be uber safe when you're in the car. Really. Unless of course some mad drivers get in the way then, well, it's out of my hands. I'll even have my hands at 10 o'clock and 2 o'clock.
Lemme drive you somewhere okay? Then we can listen to crazy mad songs and headbang while making up crazy stories of the songwriter and his lyrics with the windows wound down and drive megaly slow when someone tailgates us. And not care if we don't have enough gas to reach wherever or if the map book thingo just flew out the window. Or if we're starving raving hungry 'cause thank the heavens for drive-thrus. We'll go drive-thru hopping and order and cancel and order some more and cancel and laugh as the attendant pretends to drop down and cry so we can apologise and compensate his trauma by not returning when it's his turn to work the window.
Nice, no?
Lets!
