Backseat Drivers

I often tell people that I am no good at driving. That is a lie. The truth is that I am lazy and never bothered to learn. But, like with most things, you cannot run away for ever. Driving away from them is faster, though a good deal more expensive.

I mention this because, long after I should have, I have started scanning the necessary books for the Theory Test. All I can say is that, to a thick person, driving must seem like bags of fun. Choose obtusely (or, if stupid, naturally), and you come to the most ridiculous set of conclusions about safe practise on roads. You might surmise that driving is a joke, which of course it is not, he said sternly.

I suppose that I am just jealous. Everywhere, I spy (people who, in my estimation, are incompetent half-wits) drivers and am convinced that I should be in their place. Which makes me think, maybe I should take the driving seat for a change.