My DH is a Car Hog. When he's in the car, he want's to be in the driver's seat.
Usually, I'm fine with being a side-seat driver. Annoying him keeps me entertained. But when the trip is longer than four hours, I believe in switching off drivers for safety's sake (and to make sure he can move normally the next day).
Car Hogs do not give up the wheel without an argument - a long, exhausting, and often ridiculous argument. (Examples follow.)
"You're blind in one eye," he says, as if that explains anything. The great states of Iowa and Oregon both feel this is not problem; why should he think otherwise?
"The freeway winds through the mountains." Yes, and it goes straight through the valleys. What's your point?
"It's raining." Wow! Like I've never experienced that before!
"I can't relax when you drive." Not my problem. I have a good driving record. Maybe if I drove with you as a passenger more often, you'd relax.
So yesterday, he resorted to trickery.
"You can drive after lunch," he said reasonably. I agreed. I should have been suspicious, but I was hungry.
The rain stopped outside of tiny Creswell, Oregon. He pointed out a sign for a Mexican restaurant. We stopped to eat and he chose a chair facing the restaurant's front window. He lingered over a cup of cinnamon-scented coffee for a while. Abruptly, he decided it was time to leave and took the payment to the waitress.
Outside, it was pouring. "I'll get the car," he said. "No sense in you getting wet, too."
What can I say? I fell for it.
*SIGH*
Usually, I'm fine with being a side-seat driver. Annoying him keeps me entertained. But when the trip is longer than four hours, I believe in switching off drivers for safety's sake (and to make sure he can move normally the next day).
Car Hogs do not give up the wheel without an argument - a long, exhausting, and often ridiculous argument. (Examples follow.)
"You're blind in one eye," he says, as if that explains anything. The great states of Iowa and Oregon both feel this is not problem; why should he think otherwise?
"The freeway winds through the mountains." Yes, and it goes straight through the valleys. What's your point?
"It's raining." Wow! Like I've never experienced that before!
"I can't relax when you drive." Not my problem. I have a good driving record. Maybe if I drove with you as a passenger more often, you'd relax.
So yesterday, he resorted to trickery.
"You can drive after lunch," he said reasonably. I agreed. I should have been suspicious, but I was hungry.
The rain stopped outside of tiny Creswell, Oregon. He pointed out a sign for a Mexican restaurant. We stopped to eat and he chose a chair facing the restaurant's front window. He lingered over a cup of cinnamon-scented coffee for a while. Abruptly, he decided it was time to leave and took the payment to the waitress.
Outside, it was pouring. "I'll get the car," he said. "No sense in you getting wet, too."
What can I say? I fell for it.
*SIGH*
