I’ve been repeatedly asking C if I could drive every time we used his car during the past couple of weeks and he always said no.
Once he let me drive to the petrol station. It’s literally two houses down the street.
Another time he let me repark the car. It was on the next street and he insisted on coming with me but we had an argument so he parked his voluptious arse in front of the computer and turned all grumpy and I shouted if you’re not coming I’m going alone and he shouted fine and I stormed out of the house. I rageparked the car perfectly with just one u-turn.
After that I became convinced that it was a matter of one step at a time and persisted in asking for permission to drive. Tonight we were lazing around waiting for the right time for me to leave for the train home. C didn’t want to drive me because he already missed one game of HoN and I’m less important. However, we hadn’t eaten dinner and C was hungry. I offered to drive to Maccas and bring back food and I could almost see the dilemma in his head.
Maccas is on the way to her house.
But I don’t want to drive her home.
But I’m hungry.
But I don’t want to let her drive.
BUT I’M HUNGRY.
In the end I drove the both of us to Maccas. The roads were quiet. When a car on the right lane passed me he screamed.
I was a bit smug when I mentioned lack of accident and C said how about next time you drive to Caves Beach without a map or phone.
