Signs your husband needs a shorter commute.
Actual conversation at our house:
Andy: Today, on the drive home, I pretended I was The Transporter.
Christine: Like the movie?
A: (smiles) Yeah...
C: So you were driving like a maniac.
A: No. I was just driving normally.
C: Were you pretending you had someone in the trunk?
A: Nah. I was just The Transporter if he was just going somewhere regular.
C: Like Starbucks?
A: But I could have turned it on at any minute and none of those other idiots on the road knew it...
C: What else do you do when you're driving?
Editors Note: I changed the date on this post to give it a second go. It was previously posted last week, the morning of 'the event.'
19 hours ago