I was driving in the car with my son who is learning to drive. Or to be more accurate, I was being held hostage in the passenger seat wishing I'd asked my doctor for some beta-blockers.
My son was weeks away from taking his driver's test.
I was weeks away from marching up the steps to the Governor's mansion to demand he issue an executive order to
pray for rain raise the driving age to 18 21.
We're on a busy highway with cars speeding past. Heading north on Mopac just before Enfield exit, for my fellow Austin road travelers. Right there were the lanes narrow and the congestion gets hairy.
So my unlicensed teen driver was behind the wheel, cars whizzing past, violating every single rule I'm trying to impress on my son as important.
He asks me why it's ok for all the other cars on the road to drive so close to the cars in front of them.
My reply: Experienced drivers often break a lot of safety rules, like tailgating too close and changing lanes without using their blinker. Experienced drivers can get away with it. But you're a new driver and as a new dri---
My son's thoughtful rebuttal: I'm not a new driver, MOM!
My reply: (Screeching in the most undignified manner.) Not a new driver? What? You don't even have your license yet!
Son: (Very calm and mature-like. I'm not sure where he has learned this.) But I'm not a new driver.
Me: And what is your definition of a new driver, then?
Son: Someone who has just learned to drive.
(1) Is anyone shocked that car insurance rates for new drivers are so high?
(2) Is it too late to find religion?
(2) Can someone please tell me we will survive this?
Thank you, Worst Mother, for supplying the perfect illustration.