Thank Your Copilot

This husband of mine…

No matter where he’s sitting…always drives…when we go somewhere…

At first…his beautiful bride was taken aback…by the gentle suggestions…and reminders…coming from the passenger’s seat…next to her…

Stop sign coming up...speed limit’s 35 here…it’s important to use your turn signal…might wanna slow down…they could snap a picture of you…going too fast…

Seriously…This old gal has been driving for 45 years…with nary a parking ticket…to show for it…
But the day…that driver me was boring story telling…yapping away…and didn’t notice a stop sign…it became clear…how important…this copilot is…

Now…we drive as a team…the lady behind the wheel…her Mr. scanning the scene for dangers…keeping driver me on the straight and narrow…neither of us navigating…because…well…you know….neither of us can…and it works like clockwork…

Until…the mail is open...and there lies...a citation...

One of us…and she shall remain nameless…apparently cruised down a highway…15 miles over speed limit…and got her photo snapped…

Bragging rights lost…streak broken…Copilot feeling vindicated…laughing like there’s no tomorrow…

But lesson learned…now old granny…drives like an old granny…Copilot chuckling beside me…speed limit only…no more pictures for me…
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And this husband of mine….agrees…