Contributed by:
Karen Groves/YourHub.com
Article Contributed on: 11/30/2006 4:50:52 PM
Oh, big deal it snowed a little Nov. 29.
However, it was just enough to create a vehicle shifting arrangement at my house. I took the bus, no problem, but it meant someone had to take me to the bus stop and pick me up.
No problem.
So my favorite chef drives my firstborn's car because the chef doesn't have far to go. At the dinner table my favorite chef proclaims (in slightly different phraseology), "That car is a piece of work. It took me a half hour to get it out of the driveway!"
"Yeah," says firstborn. "It doesn't handle very well in the snow."
"Well," I pipe in, "I need my car tomorrow."
A short silence ensues.
I know we're all thinking the same thing, but nobody says anything. Yet.
We're all thinking, firstborn should drive the truck to work, favorite chef can drive the piece of work, and the princess will do whatever she wants, which is to drive her own car.
Finally, the favorite chef says to firstborn, "You better drive my car."
All this time, I have not intervened, and . . . poof, my preferred outcome has blossomed.
The problem with the snow on one day is the rush hour traffic and weird driving behavior the next day.
I guess we all do the best we can. When my family makes fun of my driving skills, I say, "Hey, I learned to drive in L.A."
It never has the full impact that I want, but I say it anyway.
So rush hour the next morning is icy, it's dark, it's packed it's slippery. But we go on.