I’m a ‘stick my head in the sand’ kind of person.
I am not good at dealing with problems, nearly all of them. I don’t trust my decision making skills and find that sticking my fingers in my ears and going FA LA LA LA makes most problems go away. At least for a little bit.
Randy does this thing in the car, two things actually, that make my brain all swollen and itchy. He either suddenly lets go of the steering wheel and hovers his hands over it and says. “Do you feel that? The car is drifting to the left. Or the right. I wouldn’t know anyway as I have a form of dyslexia that makes it impossible for me to tell the difference.
Fucking hell, if I am ever in a car with any of you and I’m driving and you are giving me directions…don’t fucking tell me to turn left or right, POINT. I can eventually figure it out (I look at my wedding ring). But sometimes when you’re driving, you don’t have the luxury of going through this thought process:
Fuck. Is that left? No. That’s right. I’m positive.
Wait, that’s left.
Look at your hands, dumbass. Wedding rings.
Wait. Which hand do we wear wedding rings? The left. It’s the left.
It’s a good thing you love your husband. Do you remember how much more difficult this process was when you weren’t married?
But I digress.
When he let’s go of the steering wheel and feels it drifting, then I assume the worst and am ready for all the tires to spontaneously explode.
The other thing he does, is he will randomly turn the radio down and say “Do you hear that”?
I never hear what he is talking about. But I am always sure that’s it bad.
Nothing stresses me out more than car repairs.
That’s a lie. A lot of things stress me out more than car repairs, but they are fucking stressful.
So, I fix the problem the same way, every time. I turn the radio up and say “Problem solved”.
I can tell by the twitchy look on his face, that this annoys him. But I’m pretty sure it doesn’t annoy him any more than his phantom drifts and noises annoy me.
I guess I should be grateful that he doesn’t deal with life with a ‘stick your head in the sand’ approach, like I do. Sometimes that approach ends badly.
By sometimes, I mean often.
Now, can someone tell me the best way to ignore that pesky ‘check engine’ light? Especially when it starts blinking. I’m thinking a little duct tape should cover it up nicely.