DumboOrBust
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<font face="comic sans ms"> Okay. When I went to bed a mere few hours ago, I told Lisa to call my mobile and leave me a message if/when she got the rental car returned and picked up a new one. I told her my mobile would be off. So, she just called me at 3:30 a.m., and I had left my mobile on. 
After apologizing profusely, we talked for almost an hour. She was awake and hiding in the bathroom calling me from her mobile. I think there might be a murder in Orlando today.
She is the sole driver on the rental car because Bob has a few young-guy related ticket thingys he needs to drop off his record. Catch my drift? He's mature now but he has a few tickets in his past. So, he's usually the one that does the driving, and she's the one that does the navigating. When they go and pick up the car yesterday, it's starting to rain. She's never rented a car or driven in Orlando. She's nervous and glad that she's not alone. When they get in the car, he sits down and buckles in and gets ready for the ride. Okay. She's ready for his navigating to begin. She said that he would tell her, "You need to turn on Street X." She'd say, "Okay." She'd look over there, and he would be playing with something in the interior of the car." She'd say, "Are you helping me look?" He'd say, "Oh. No. Okay. I see Street Y. That's not it." He'd go back to playing with things the car.
I guess they finally make it on the toll road, and she's driving along in the rain at 60ish miles an hour. He starts flipping down her visor and opening the mirror that's in the visor. She says, "Honey, I can't see as well when you do that. I need you to help me look for our exit." He says, "Oh. Okay." They drive down the road a little bit more, and he reaches up and pops open the sunglass holder and gets his sunglasses out. She told me, "I can't believe he'd already found time to stick those in there." She then used a few words that are not appropriate for our audience (
) , but I'm sure you can supply those in your head. For the record, she's not as outspoken as I am. She's much more quiet and shy. She said this morning after he's had his coffee she is going to talk to him about exactly how a navigator helps the driver. Wouldn't you like to be a fly on the wall for that discussion? 
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****The preceding post was not male bashing. It was making fun of my incredibly sweet, funny, goofy, soon-to-be-abandoned-on-the-side-of-an-Orlando-street brother-in-law, Bob. I also realize that there are two sides to every story. I just get to hear hers.
I love my politically correct disclaimers. </font>
After apologizing profusely, we talked for almost an hour. She was awake and hiding in the bathroom calling me from her mobile. I think there might be a murder in Orlando today.
She is the sole driver on the rental car because Bob has a few young-guy related ticket thingys he needs to drop off his record. Catch my drift? He's mature now but he has a few tickets in his past. So, he's usually the one that does the driving, and she's the one that does the navigating. When they go and pick up the car yesterday, it's starting to rain. She's never rented a car or driven in Orlando. She's nervous and glad that she's not alone. When they get in the car, he sits down and buckles in and gets ready for the ride. Okay. She's ready for his navigating to begin. She said that he would tell her, "You need to turn on Street X." She'd say, "Okay." She'd look over there, and he would be playing with something in the interior of the car." She'd say, "Are you helping me look?" He'd say, "Oh. No. Okay. I see Street Y. That's not it." He'd go back to playing with things the car.
********The preceding post was not male bashing. It was making fun of my incredibly sweet, funny, goofy, soon-to-be-abandoned-on-the-side-of-an-Orlando-street brother-in-law, Bob. I also realize that there are two sides to every story. I just get to hear hers.
I love my politically correct disclaimers. </font>
LOL 
