The other day while driving to school, I was at a stoplight that had just turned green. Several cars went through as they should, but the car in front of me was puttering along. I was in a hurry and I said "Come on lady. You can do it. You can get through the light." Garrett asked if he could ask me a question. "Sure, that's fine." Here's the conversation:
G: Who taught you to drive?
Me: Granny and Pop, but probably mostly Pop took me driving.
G: Did they teach you to talk to the other cars?
Me: No, I learned that on my own.
G: You do know they can't hear you, right?
Me: Of course I know that.
G: Then why do you do it?
Me: I guess it makes me feel better.
G: Does it?
Me: I don't know.
G: Who is going to teach me to drive?
I have 10 years to worry about that, right?
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