Some people drive slowly on their way to work, avoiding traffic and listening to soothing music. Others think it’s a race and pump up the volume of their favourite rap song while swerving through the masses of cars. In my case, it is none of the above.
Every morning for the past few years I have gotten a lift to school with my next door neighbour, Sally who drives a tiny yellow car. Now I love sally and everything but some days I wonder if she is trying to kill me on our way to school. I came to the conclusion that this is not possible as her 5 year old daughter is in the car with us. I could share with you quite a few of my near death experiences but that would take far too long! What continues to amaze me is the fact that possibly every week she nearly rides into the back of a huge van! I hope she doesn’t think she stands a chance against that monster. With me in the passenger seat I’m more of an alarm than a sitting duck, telling sally when she should stop for a red light or that there is a car turning in front of us. Her 5 year old Jane thinks it is a huge joke when sally slips the clutch and the car ‘Farts’. For me it is not as amusing as this happens nearly every 2 minutes (no exaggeration there.) Its not that I feel sorry for myself having to go to school with her, I really do feel sorry for her tiny yellow car though, it has more dents and scratches than I have hairs on my head.
Somehow life goes on, I get to school with my heart racing, hands shaking ready to tackle the day and sally gets to work on time. That means everybody’s happy, doesn’t it?
