Monday, June 22, 2009

55 Miles. Each Way.

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.'

7 comments:

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

You're lucky that's the only trouble he gets into in a 110 miles each day. That's rough.

Life As I Know It said...

THAT is funny! Yeah, time for a shorter commute - that is a lot of alone time in the car!

Jennifer Suarez said...

LOL that is a hilarious conversation!

sitting on the mood swing at the playground said...

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.

Funnyrunner said...

My husband would kill me if I blogged about him.... lol

{sue} said...

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.

Jason, as himself said...

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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