As I hurtle to my dreaded destination, I find myself scowling at the passing scenery.
I am the passenger for a change. A good decision on his part as my thoughts are not focussed on the road and other cars.
Several times I wished that I could just grab the wheel and have us rocket onto an exit.
We can't. We have "obligations."
I have to suck it up, ignore any jackass remarks, and be good.
I don't want to play nice. I want to do my own damn thing. Screw everybody else.
Yeah. That would be nice.
If only...
