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We all know them, the backseat drivers.
The ones that drive you nuts, with the constant commentary on how the driver should drive. I had this with my dad when he was alive. And I am not proud to say, but I do this with my husband. However I do have just in doing this as he has only just been driving for 5 years. He never got his licence until I put my foot down and said that he had to now that we have kids.
At first my husband fought this issue, I can’t, I won’t pass, he tried every argument under the sun to get out of it. We went through the pros and cons and eventually using my womanly ways (yes I stooped to holding back sex) I won, and I signed him up for lessons. He passed he’s learners and because of his age he only needed to hold it for a month before he could go for his licence, then every other day he was off having driving lessons (I wouldn’t teach him). And he got his licence first time.
Now don’t get me wrong I am glad that he got his licence, but now I can’t seem to get him to stop driving, if he wants to go and get milk down the street he drives (five minute walk there and back). If he wants to go to his mates place he drives, 15 minute walk there and back. Before he drove he walked every where or got public transport.
Do I think he is a great drive, Ohhh nooo I don’t. Since then he has had numerous amount of accidents, nothing major but money that had to spend to repair cars even with insurance. I had to pay a higher insurance because of the amount of time he has driven. But the one thing I have noticed that still even now he has a bit of a lead foot. I honestly thought that he would get over this. At times when I am in the car with him I tell him to slow down, and I get the angry huffy voice, I’m not speeding after his foot has come off the accelerator and he his back at the normal speed (I said it earlier not now) grrrrr.
I have been driving for 18 years, and in that time I have never had a fine of any kind. No parking fine, no speeding fine, no fine. I come home the other day to pen this official looking letter addressed to me. I look over it and WTF it is a speeding fine, I don’t get it, I don’t speed, I look at it again well it could be me, I drive down that street a number of times a day. I look at again, hang on; I am not even out of the house that hour of the morning. I look at again this isn’t even my number plate. I grumble more thinking how long this is going to take to clear this up and get the points back. Then it hits me. I look again and now it is all adding up. I storming in the house, and slightly yelling and slightly annoyed I yell “OHHHHHH Dear darling husband is there something you would like to explain to me?” Waving the blue notice under his nose.
His reply, “But I don’t speed”
Well this time you did and this time you got caught. What I forgot was for some reason my car is under his name and his car is under my name. So anything he does in his car automatically comes back on to me.
So now he has to fork out $220 and looses 3 points of his licence, while I sit back with my clean record once more.
And the next time he says “I don’t speed” won’t wash with me any more.
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