My Mom, The Driver
So after my almost hitting an old lady, I am a bit more careful when I take my ol’ beamer anywhere. I never told anyone about the escapade, maybe because I don’t want to recall the frightening moment again and again. Of course, I didn’t tell MOTHER about it, unless I want to hear her rant on and on about my driving skills. Really, like she’s an icon in driving. Yes, she never gets into accidents, or at least none that I’ve heard of or that she’s told anyone. But that’s because she drives like a granny. Honestly. While she never hits anything, her car is always close to being hit by the drivers at her back ‘coz of that snail pace.
See, my mom enjoys driving. I don’t mean to say most drivers do not, but to her, it’s actually a relaxation thing. A stress-reliever. She drives to clear her mind, to leave all the work problems behind, and just simply to settle. You’ll never see her in a hurry, unless she’s really running late, which is seldom the case.
And it’s all good, if it works for her. I only hope (as I oh-so-subtly hint to her always) that she increases the speed and steps on the accelerator a bit more often, so the unlucky drivers who happen to be at her back don’t fume as much.
