Driving is not her forte since she drives as if everything around her car is a hazard as it moves down the street. As a result, the Buick doesn't make it even close to the posted speed limit. Precious.
I remember driving the family minivan with my parents to college one Fall. The entire van was stuffed with unnecessary items, but precious to any college student who would call them her possessions. My sister listened to her walkman, while my dad snoozed next to her. My mother had the privilege of sitting in the passenger seat beside me during our trek up to Minnesota.
I'm sure I was rockin' out to some classic rock when my mom suddenly froze in fear and attempted to get my attention without being a distraction. Her voice quivered as she tried her hardest to let me focus on the road.
"Karen! Don't look now...but there's a deer driving that car!"
How am I not supposed to look? Excuse me? A deer? Driving a car? I quickly turned my head 90 degrees to see a deer in the driver's seat next to us. I must admit that I, too, was taken aback at what I saw.
Upon closer observation, I noticed that the car was being towed by the SUV in front of it. The driver thought it would be humorous to put a deer head in the driver's seat. I started to chuckle. Not so much at the fact that I saw a driving deer. But more at the fact that my mom expected me to continue driving without distraction.
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