Driving in England

Survival of The Worst Driver

Driving in England
Driving in England

We are driving on the left side of a straight yellow line in the parking lot of the local Kohl’s.

Me: Are we in the wrong lane?

S: No. I think that’s the fire lane.

Me: Oh. Like at the hardware store?

S: Yes. (thoughtful pause)  At least, I think so.

(20 yards pass)

Me: Well then that stop sign is for fire trucks.

(silence)

Me again: IT’S LIKE WE’RE IN ENGLAND!

S: Thanks. (moves car into correct lane)

Me: Don’t worry about it. I used to do that all the time as a teenager. I’d be barreling down the road and suddenly yell WE’RE IN ENGLAND and swerve into the other lane.

S: (glances at me) I’m lucky you’ve survived this long.

Me: Yeah.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

6 thoughts to “Survival of The Worst Driver”

  1. I want to sneak into your car and laugh as I ride along. I use to turn my lights off at night and yell, “I can't see!” Again, we are the coolest.

  2. Do you know how much more I love you now? I thought that no one commented on this post because I was THAT weird. And then you came along and you are JUST AS WEIRD. YAY!

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