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.'
Fun With Rockets
3 days ago
7 comments:
You're lucky that's the only trouble he gets into in a 110 miles each day. That's rough.
THAT is funny! Yeah, time for a shorter commute - that is a lot of alone time in the car!
LOL that is a hilarious conversation!
This is my favorite part of the conversation:
Nah. I was just The Transporter if he was just going somewhere regular.
I would like my commute better if I pretended I was in a car with Jason Statham.
My husband would kill me if I blogged about him.... lol
Wow, that is a long commute. I think he needs a kid with him to keep him company in the car for that long. I bet it's far too quiet.
Awesome! Talk about a vivid imagination. Sometimes I pretend like I'm Superman saving the day when I'm sitting in my chaise watching CSI while drinking red wine.
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