Things I hear in The Passenger Seat

I have a problem with laughing.

At road rage declarations from my driving friends.

Yesterday for example,

we road behind a truck at a snails pace.

Ready to be home,

As the slow truck ahead of us,

turned into a church parking lot.

I hear from my driver’s seat,

“What’s wrong with you, do you drive slow for Jesus?!”

I can’t hold back the burst,

It’s “bumper-sticker” quality humor

Laughing at frustrated drivers will be the death of me.

And I doubt even Jesus will save me.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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