Thanksgivingg
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Heyyy. So two days ago was Thanksgiving! The turkey was delicious, the mashed potatoes melted in my mouth, and the pumpkin pies (that I made, totally and completely) were heavenly. I went up to my cousin's house in Hillsborough, and everyone was home from college. It was great seeing everyone. But: where there is a family gathering, there is the inevitable family gossip. UGH.
I drove up there, and in the first ten minutes, I made a bad traffic-related decision(yellow lights, red lights, green lights, they're all relative right? lol) then in one intersection that I'd never driven before, the lanes are all jumbled and I couldn't tell which was turn and which was straight. You know that expression, 'Everybody HATES a backseat driver'? Yeah. My mom was screaming at me from the back seat, "WRONG LANE! SPEED UP OR YOU'LL NEVER MAKE THE LIGHT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? SLOW DOWN FOR GOD'S SAKE!! WHY DID YOU TRY TO MAKE THAT LIGHT?!? YOU WERE OUT OF CONTROL! PULL THE CAR OVER IMMEDIATELY!!" -all in a matter of maybe, 20 seconds. Generally, I'm a good driver, but with her screeching in my ear, anyone would get distracted. Good Lord. For the rest of the hour and twenty minute trip, I was the model of cautious, defensive driving. But, the only thing that was told was, WE NEARLY DIED! ...Feeding the gossip mill.
I drove up there, and in the first ten minutes, I made a bad traffic-related decision(yellow lights, red lights, green lights, they're all relative right? lol) then in one intersection that I'd never driven before, the lanes are all jumbled and I couldn't tell which was turn and which was straight. You know that expression, 'Everybody HATES a backseat driver'? Yeah. My mom was screaming at me from the back seat, "WRONG LANE! SPEED UP OR YOU'LL NEVER MAKE THE LIGHT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? SLOW DOWN FOR GOD'S SAKE!! WHY DID YOU TRY TO MAKE THAT LIGHT?!? YOU WERE OUT OF CONTROL! PULL THE CAR OVER IMMEDIATELY!!" -all in a matter of maybe, 20 seconds. Generally, I'm a good driver, but with her screeching in my ear, anyone would get distracted. Good Lord. For the rest of the hour and twenty minute trip, I was the model of cautious, defensive driving. But, the only thing that was told was, WE NEARLY DIED! ...Feeding the gossip mill.