The Real Driver Of The Relationship

(My boyfriend has lived his whole life in the city, while I’m a suburbs kid. Therefore, I do 95% of the driving since he always took public transportation and barely knows how to drive. He’s also a stereotypical ‘New York Driver,’ even when he’s not behind the wheel.)

Boyfriend: “You’re letting all these people get ahead of us!”

Me: “I’m not slowing down at all though, and actually we’re going 10 over the speed limit as it is.”

Boyfriend: “But you’re leaving way too much space. Why don’t you just pull up!?”

Me: “Because it’s called safe driving! It takes a certain amount of time to stop if—”

(Literally in the middle of saying it, the cars ahead of us suddenly slam on their brakes, causing me to slam on mine. Despite leaving ‘too much space’ we stop less than a foot from the bumper of the car ahead of us.)

Me: *quiet a second* “—so can I leave more space—”

Boyfriend: *squeaky voice* “YEP!”