I’m a bad driver. I’ve accepted that. I’m a bad driver with split ends and an overbite. When my husband’s in the car with me, he says “oh, you shouldn’t drive so slow,” “oh, don’t let so many people pull out in front of you,” “you should use your horn more.” But I get nervous behind the wheel and driving’s all about confidence, so that’s why I’m not a good driver. I’m a bad driver. But you know, I’ve been thinking. I’ve never been in an accident. And I can drive stick, I can parallel park, I can merge, and you know, I actually think that I, actually, used to enjoy driving. Well, we have one car, and he doesn’t have to share it, he doesn’t have to share anything. He gets me all to himself because I never went back to school and he says that’s because I never finish things.
