I mean, who the hell hits the mailbox with their car while getting the mail?

Sometimes I wonder how people pass their drivers test.

I let my husband drive me everywhere because, while I'm usually a perfectly safe and attentive driver, his constant criticism, incessant commentary, and need to warn me about everything that I am perfectly capable of seeing on my own because I'm adult and have been driving for more than a dozen years makes me extremely nervous.

This is exactly why I drive my mom everywhere and refuse to let her drive my car.

This is probably how my dad feels about me.

That's why girls don't believe in boys