I drive. Every single day, to and fro, all the way from one end of the city to another.
And, is it pleasant? Mostly yes! But sometimes…. No!
Yes, I love driving. When I finally started driving, I had just finished my 12th grade. I pestered my father into teaching me to drive and the moment I first got the shift between the clutch and accelerator right, it was pleasure re-defined 🙂
Getting it right meant, no more sitting in the passenger seat throughout 😀
Long drives became a part of my routine, call it initial excitement, but hang on…I still love driving, love it when I fill in the fuel tank to the brim, love the sound of the indicator, love switching gears and the slight hum throughout !
Then why do I say that sometimes I don’t like driving?
All the egoistic maniacs on the road? Usually don’t get to me, but the frustration keeps building up.
Recently, when I was having some issues with parallel parking, I heard some men smirk and say, “Women drivers! When will they give up after all?!”
The pent up frustration? Well, it burst.
I immediately got down, and asked him politely to help me out.
He tried and was struggling way more than I was.
“Sir, this isn’t up your alley, let me do it!” said I, and removed the vehicle in less than two minutes! With a smirk to myself, and a very obvious and perfunctory “Thank you sir” I drove away! 😛
So all you pretty ladies behind the wheel, drive with your head held high.
Chin up! and move like you own the world!
Shoot a confident smile at any condescending pair of eyes,
for all you know, behind them hides a coward, who’s mind you occupy !