Pickles by Brian Crane for September 08, 2017

I drive according to my current reflexes and understanding machinery and roads may fail.

Ouch!

If Sylvia were in a car wreck, she’d be in a hospital bed with a neck brace.

My daughter drives responsibly; her older brother scares the crap out of me. One would think that by his age he would have calmed down.

I pulled up to a red light, and after me pulled this guy pulled up next to me in the left only lane. The light turned green and he pulled out in front of me from the left turn only lane. What a jerk laid on my horn.

Ooh cut! I felt that one!

I thought Earl does all Opal’s driving.

What a lovely example of passive-aggressive mother-daughter chat! And so succinct! Burn!

Whoa, Sylvia! That was uncalled for!

Sylvia: “I’m an excellent driver. Ten minutes to Wapner.”

I’m the only at work who doesn’t drive because my workplace is easy to get to on foot.

xxx