Husband: Sadistic son of a bitch!
Term liberally applied to every driver who isn't us.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Parallel parking on Bell St.
Me: There's a spot.
Husband: Too small.
Me: There's a spot.
Husband: Wrong side.
We find a spot and my husband successfully parallel parks.
Husband: Eh, eh! Take that! (giggles) Jesus Christ! That was great.
Husband: Too small.
Me: There's a spot.
Husband: Wrong side.
We find a spot and my husband successfully parallel parks.
Husband: Eh, eh! Take that! (giggles) Jesus Christ! That was great.
On the way to Michigan
Me: Oh babe! I think we have to turn if we stay in this lane.
Husband: What? Shit. You're right.
We are now driving in the wrong direction and there seems to be no way off road we are on. Husband's knuckles are white and jaw is clenching. Several miles pass in silence. Suddenly....
Husband: Everyone on this road is a bunch of gypsies.
Husband: What? Shit. You're right.
We are now driving in the wrong direction and there seems to be no way off road we are on. Husband's knuckles are white and jaw is clenching. Several miles pass in silence. Suddenly....
Husband: Everyone on this road is a bunch of gypsies.
On The Way To The Pet Store
Husband: That pizza delivery guy is driving like a chad.
*pause*
Me: What's a chad?
Husband: Someone whose name is Chad.
*pause*
Me: What's a chad?
Husband: Someone whose name is Chad.
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