Today I get to say "Sorry I can't drink, I'm driving".
-what a waste, aunty margie's house has the best booze :(
My God, this is a big day for me.
All the way to woodlands and back (which is a long way), without appa sitting in the passenger seat, directing me.
And with my mother in the back seat telling me how to drive (which is highly hazardous) and how to park and basically calling me a bad driver (yes this is how my warped mind processes things)..oh god.
For that, No, i'm not dropping you off at the hairdresser.
At least ash and viv are supportive..they shut up and let me do my job, yknow what i mean?
Was discussing it with my cousins yesterday..having a long-time driver in the passenger seat is bad enough, cos their perception of the road is different from your's and when they tell you what to do, they forget that what you see is different from what they see. Having a paranoid non-driver in the backseat is worse. Leave the damn judgement to the driver lah.
ok anjax, don't prognosticate. just shut up and drive. and turn the radio on full blast to calm the fk down.
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