"John, did you miss the turn?"
"No, we're going to the turnpike."
"So, why are you over here and the exit is over there?"
"They put a barrier up, that's not my fault. You would have missed it too."
"No, I wouldn't. I knew where the exit was."
"You're right, I'm wrong."
"Yup."
He drives. He makes a U-turn to enter back onto the Sawgrass Expressway, paying another dollar.
"Lyons is over there."
"Yeah, but we're looking for the turnpike entrance. We're not taking Lyons."
He drives.
"There IS no Westbound turnpike entrance, John."
"So, I should have gotten off at Lyons?"
"Yup."
"You're wrong too."
"How am I wrong?"
"You're not driving."
He drives.
"We're going to take 441 all the way up. They live off of 441 anyway."
"So what would have taken us an hour will now take us two?"
"Just shut up and let me drive."
He drives. He executes another U-turn and enters back onto the Sawgrass Expressway, paying another dollar.
"There, the turnpike. Happy now?"
"Yup."
"I just wrote your post for you, didn't I?"
"And I was worried I was getting writer's block.."
I've abandoned all driver modification efforts with my husband. 'Cause, even when I'm right I'm wrong.
Posted by: The Dental Maven | February 11, 2009 at 07:26 AM
Ha, that sounds like us except that I'd be playing the part of John. Oh, and my daughter is going under the knife as I type this. What kind of parent does that make me that I'm blogging right now?
Posted by: Casey | February 11, 2009 at 07:49 AM
*sigh* I have that conversation ALL the time, but I'm the one driving.
Beloved NEVER gets lost. NEVER.
Life is SO unfair...
Posted by: Jan | February 11, 2009 at 08:26 AM
You know, I kind of feel bad for John... You just revealed that he is a man who needs to ask for directions.
Posted by: WickedStepMom | February 11, 2009 at 08:38 AM
heee. That's my husband and I, but I am the directionally challenged one. There is one city in our area where I beat him in navigational skills, but that's it. I'm map-illiterate.
Cute post!
Posted by: bessie.viola | February 11, 2009 at 09:13 AM
THis exact conversation could have happened within the confines of our car. Love it. Esp. that he called you out on the post subject.
Posted by: CDB | February 11, 2009 at 09:21 AM
That is awesome. I love good stories.
Posted by: Wendy | February 11, 2009 at 09:46 AM
Ymmmmm. Don't you guys have a GPS???
Posted by: Becca | February 11, 2009 at 09:58 AM
Perfect. Just like Skip and I. Now whenever we go anywhere it's a race to the driver's seat. Neither one of us can stand the other's driving!!
Posted by: HeatherPride | February 11, 2009 at 10:03 AM
I have learned my lesson on speaking when the hubby is driving, it just causes him to use more profanity than is really needed.
Posted by: Kat | February 11, 2009 at 11:37 AM
Maybe you should drive?
My hubby likes to give me helpful (but unnecessary) hints while I'm driving. Drives me crazy.
Posted by: K | February 11, 2009 at 11:46 AM
I've found that if I close my eyes, DH's crazy driving doesn't bother me as much. Though he rarely gets lost (that my Eldest's trick), his driving makes me nervous. He claims my driving is just as bad.
Posted by: True Blue Texan | February 11, 2009 at 12:23 PM
Haaa...that's me!!! I should "know" where I'm going since the Mountains are ALWAYS west...but, I still get turned around!!!
Posted by: Heather | February 11, 2009 at 12:56 PM
that was funny. my poor hubby knows he isn't good with exits and such. i'm the official navigator when we go out of town. his main problem is that sometimes the navigator isn't 100% sure which way to go and makes last minute lane change decision and he can't keep up with me. i'm much better at cutting across three lanes and then slamming on the brakes to make an exit. guess that's the difference between growing up in the city vs the sticks. :)
Posted by: nonna | February 11, 2009 at 01:58 PM
I've got one word for you... GPS! It's the only reason I didn't end up in Utah when I went to Blissdom.
Posted by: Sammanthia | February 11, 2009 at 02:03 PM
You women have it easy...we provide fodder for you constantly.
Posted by: Cameron | February 11, 2009 at 03:47 PM
THIS is why you guys will be married FOREVER. Not till death do you part...FOREVER!
<3
Posted by: i | February 11, 2009 at 04:00 PM
hehe Three cheers for the backseat driver and the directionally challanged husband! : )
Posted by: Sarah | February 11, 2009 at 04:13 PM
That's hilarious that he knew you were gonna post this. He knows you all too well. Maybe you should just drive from now on. Of course...what woud you blog about???
Posted by: Amber | February 11, 2009 at 06:27 PM
Thankfully, the GPS (we call her Betty) tells my husband where to turn. All I have to do is hold on for dear life.
Posted by: Beth | February 11, 2009 at 06:29 PM
At least he recognizes a good post when he sees one. :)
Posted by: Sandie | February 11, 2009 at 06:45 PM
Mwa ha ha! Sometimes the fish just jump in the boat and sometimes you have to wait patiently for a bite. In this case, your fish just gave it up.
Posted by: bex | February 11, 2009 at 07:12 PM
LOL-hilarious! I taught my husband how to drive; do you think that keeps him from "backseat" driving. They should trust us more! Love that he knew you'd post on this!
Posted by: Shangrila | February 11, 2009 at 07:19 PM
That all sounds very familiar. My husband (not to make your husband feel less special) is the King of Shortcuts That Lead Us Hours Out Of Our Way.
Also, I don't even know what a turnpike is. I don't think we have them here. And, they have now started numbering all the freeway exits in California, which is very confusing.
I'm sorry, that has nothing to do with your post. Got off on a tangent, there.
Posted by: blissfully caffeinated | February 11, 2009 at 07:25 PM
Nothing like bickering in the car to inspire a good blog post...
Posted by: Jenni Jiggety | February 11, 2009 at 09:08 PM