I was in the truck – riding shotgun with Greg today – heading down to Costco to pick up a “graduation” cake for a student of mine who is completing level 6 piano at tonight’s recital. It was an interesting ride – and brought up an interesting topic of discussion: Why do women appear to ‘nag’ their husbands when they drive? I have never done this and can boast of NOT being a naggy wife – I’m a pretty ‘live and let live’ kind of person – which is why it is irritating to me when others insist on telling me what to do – or treating me like an infant – don’t like it! So that being said – I have never said anything about Greg’s driving – until just recently. I would have to blame it on the fact that we are both approaching those years of – dare we say it – Middle age? Ouch. Where reflexes and eyesight are a little compromised? Again – Ouch.
Now I DO complain out loud about our 18-year-old son’s driving – and I really don’t like to drive in the car with him – although he has a great driving record – only one speeding ticket (in someone else’s car mind you) and no accidents. But he is ‘edgy’ and drives too fast for me – even though I protest and tell him that I want him to live to see his children and grandchildren – and I also pull the ‘mom’ card and say to him, “can you imagine what would happen to me – if something ever happened to you?” Oh the guilt. Oh the emotion. Shameless. Don’t care – I would rather he be ”guilted’ and SLOW DOWN and LIVE!!!
But Greg? He’s the ‘human compass’ and very reliable and safe. Almost flawless driving record (I am the only member of our family who has a PERFECT driving record even though I am teased by every member of my family for getting honked at – ridiculous! Or driving too slow! Outrageous! I think they’re jealous) and up to now – has had great timing and reflexes. But I’ve noticed that just lately he’s been actually SPEEDING UP to red lights – what’s up with that? And impatient with slow mergers – I say – give them a break – speed isn’t everything! AND – here’s the point that caused the discussion today – almost missing the fact that cars are slowing down in our lane – and having to jam on the brakes – and sometimes – he doesn’t seem to be paying attention – so – yes – I have to say, “Greg!!! Are you seeing that car?” I guess that’s nagging.
So he said to me, “Why do women NAG their husbands about their driving – what’s up with that?” To which I replied, “now I understand it. We are afraid for our lives.” Seeing what’s left of our existence flash before our eyes. All the while trying to hold back from saying anything. Yup that about sums it up. Fear is a good motivator – and can turn even the most ‘live and let live” person – like myself – into a raving lunatic – complete with ‘nagging’ and other colorful metaphors – at the most appropriate time, of course.
Here’s wishing you a very safe ride – as you journey down the road of life. And my condolences to those of you that are the passenger in that journey – being driven by a man.