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We drove each other nuts on the drive there. It first started with her mocking the way I packed and breaking out her camera to take a picture of it ... ![]() She asked me if I didn't have a bag for it -- and I just looked at her like she was an alien and told her that only homosexuals pack clothes and computers in bags. From there -- she accused me of complaining about her slow driving on the highway ... I told her that is impossible, because I am a silent complainer. She started laughing hysterically behind the wheel -- almost to the point of crying -- and told me that was the funniest thing I've said since I told her that I think people are coming by at night and stealing my flowers. At the first stop -- I took over the driving duties. Anyone who knows anything about highway driving knows about 'The Method' ... that's where you wait for someone to come around going 90+ MPH and pass you ... and you instantly speed up and follow them going just a shade slower -- they become your cover and they get the speeding ticket if a cop is ahead while you don't. She consistently watched as people passed her slow ass going about 95mph and she didn't speed up at all. Not me... I worked the method. She pretended her hardest not to be impressed with my masterful and brilliant display of strategic highway driving. So, she pulled out a camera and started bugging me the hell out of me to try to disregard the fact that she drives like Grandma Gertrude ... and I'm making time like a beast. ![]() |