They drive me nuts. OK, if I'm about to hit something/someone, please speak up. Otherwise, zip it. I don't want you to tell me I'm driving too fast, too slow, or to be careful. I have driven in Honduras where 2 lane roads become 3 lanes when people move to the side so you can pass. I've driven in Panama where people don't even look at the road. I've driven in Germany on the Autobahn. I think at this point, I know how to drive.
When the backseat driver is only 3 feet tall, and 3 years old, it really annoys me. That's right, Paige is already a backseat driver. She tells me to be careful, that I'm going to fast & I'll get in trouble. Or, she tells me I'm not going fast enough. It doesn't matter if I'm going the speed limit, there's no one else around us, it's bumper to bumper traffic. My little backseat driver pipes up & tells me when to stop at red lights. And when to go at green ones.
If anyone has a way to park the driver from the rear of the vehicle, please fell free to share. Or just feel free to commiserate. I like comments!
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