Two of my many (endless?) pet peeves are that
- People are wimps… especially if it’s a younger person. Old wimps suck but young wimps really terrify me. If you’re a wimp as a kid you’re going to be a helpless Milquetoast at adulthood and the world doesn’t need any more of them!
- On a road trip my family, presumably unintentionally, treats me like a chauffeur.
Let’s talk about the latter. Suppose you’re on a family outing. If you have luck like mine that’ll mean the transmission on your vehicle will implode on an empty road, at 2:00 am, in a blizzard, sixty miles west of nowhere. No biggie, if you’re like me you’ll manfully brave the elements, crawling around in the snow, fighting off deadly ice alligators, fix it with a piece of chewing gum, find your way back to civilization/the highway, and so on. In the meantime everyone else sits in the heated cab reading a paperback and looking bored.
A chauffeur gets a salary and a cool hat. I get squat. Fuck that!
So, as a road trip loomed I set out to kill two birds with one stone. A kid would be riding with me and I devised a plan to keep the kid involved (or at least awake) and maybe teach him something too.
Yeah, I’m a hero.
Stay tuned for how it turns out.
So is this going to be another comedy post, like one about the logs, and the one about the wood splitter trailer tire? Or is this some serious ship?
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I’m going to go ahead and guess “not well.”