I, apparently, am a terrible driver. I have been told this by more than one person.
Well, I do have some driving flaws. I have trouble concentrating, I get sleepy, and I lack self-confidence. Wonder why?
I have had my car “confiscated” by more than one person, but especially by my youngest sister. It seems my driving makes her carsick. Hoo-boy. That’s hardly a vote of confidence.
There’s a certain sense of being pampered when one becomes “Miss Daisy.” I almost want to practice my queen’s wave, not that I was ever a queen of anything other than in my own mind. Nevertheless, being driven is a mixed blessing…the pampering, which I have already mentioned, versus the dependence and the vote of incompetency. It’s a fine line between wanting to turn it over to others and being thought of as capable
I think I’ll take back my car. I’ll pay better attention and change my attitude. Instead of Miss Daisy, I’ll be Thelma or Louise…minus the Grand Canyon leap, of course.