Thing Of Others

It’s always kind of weird driving someone else’s car. I’m used to driving my truck, and I drive my wife’s car often enough that it doesn’t feel strange. I recently drove my wife and the horses over to ride at Delaura Beach. She is just getting used to driving the truck and trailer, but I could see a major problem developing if cars were parked in the turn-around areas.

Our friend who was going to ride with her met us there. The truck was pointed in the right direction for the drive home and rather than wait I drove our friend’s car home. She had one of those furry steering wheel covers and that was really disturbing. It reminded me of one of those furry toilet seat covers. I drove on without removing it.

On the other hand, my wife drove the horse trailer over to ride with another friend and she was having difficulty turning the trailer around at our friend’s farm so our friend offered to turn it around for her. When my wife drives she is so focused that she doesn’t hear anything that comes through on the speakers, but after turning the truck and trailer around, our friend hops out of the truck and asks, “What the hell are you listening to?”

I had left Eminem in the player and she got a full two minute dose of some interesting lyrics. My wife came home and reported to me this to me and suddenly I was a bit worried what our conservative friend had heard. I saw her on the camping trip and I asked if she wanted a copy of the CD; she didn’t.
I probed further to find out exactly what song was on the player at the time. She gave me some of the words and I was relieved. It was a mild tune. I was hoping it wasn’t the one where he said something about wanting to sleep with Christine Agulara even if she was his mother he wouldn’t use a rubber and then he’d have a son and a brother and deny it was his. That would have been over the top and I would have felt obliged to apologize.