Since I turned over the driver’s seat to my permited daughter, I’ve been able to identify the most obnoxious subset of our human species: Radio DJs. In our family, the rule is: The driver gets control of the radio station. (The driver also has to remember to close the garage door, watch the gas […]
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She’s Got a Permit and She’s Not Afraid to Use It
Attention road warriors on the way to the high school in the mornings: Just an FYI, the little black Prius that your normally see – you know, the one with the sign on it that says PULL OUT IN FRONT OF ME, I WON’T MIND. JUST SWERVE ON IN THERE. CUT ME OFF, IT’S […]