Hate is a strong word. But I hate passenger-drivers. You know who I’m talkin’ about. The friend that wants to tell you how to drive………in yo car. Let’s make sure we’re on the same page. I pay the insurance. I put gas in the tank. I pay the car note. And any and all repair money is coming from my bank account. These things combined mean that I have full authority over what goes on in my vehicle. Meaning, I don’t need to hear your commentary on how fast I drive. I’m fully aware of the signage denoting the speed limit. I know where we’re going, so I don’t need you to navigate. I’ve got Suri if I need assistance. Don’t touch my radio. I like my music loud, unless I’m parallel parking. Yea, I see the “check engine” light is on. Don’t worry about that, it just does that sometimes. If you want vehicular control, I suggest you drive yourself next time. Because your rhetoric is neither desired nor warranted in my car.
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