Road Trip

Erratic: The speed limit is 40 mph

Grandma: I am doing 35 mph and everybody is whizzing by me

Erratic: That is because the speed limit is 40 mph

Grandma: Well, all these people speeding are making me nervous. I can't talk and drive that fast.

Erratic: They aren't speeding. Why are you slowing down?

Grandma: That person up there looks like they are going to turn

Erratic: They are. After you pass them. You can't just stop in the middle of the road.

Grandma: I didn't stop, I slowed down.

Erratic: You are going 5 mph

Grandma: Well, sue me.

Erratic: You need to turn left at the light.

Grandma: OK

Erratic: Left. You need to get over one more lane.

Grandma: OK, OK. Jeesh

Erratic: Left. You need to turn left.

Grandma: Oops, I just turned right. I really don't like making lefts, you know.