We yell. A lot.
And I don't mean the 'oh my god, I hate you' sort of yelling. I mean a funny sort of yelling. We drive a mini van and what you need to know about that (and what I've suffered years from) is that in the very back of the car you can't hear a thing. I'm being serious, if I'm sitting in the back seat of the car and someone in the very front says something, I can't hear them. Even if there's no music playing. That always caused me to lean forward, tap Mere on the head, and then ask her to repeated whatever was said. Suffice to say, I missed a lot of what Mom was saying on the way to school in senior year of high school and I'm still not sure what was said.
Now that the four of us use the car, we keep the back seats folded into the floor (best used to optimize space) and we use the driver's seat, the passenger seat, and the two seats right behind those two. Now we can hear everything...and I mean everything. That's where the yelling comes in, especially because we have a rule that no one but the rest of us can back seat drive. That's helpful and unhelpful. It's good for merging. It's good to see if we're going to hit another car when parking. It's good to see out the back window is someone is walking behind our car. All of that is fine and good up until we're trying to pull out onto a busy street.
Somehow I always seem to get the brunt of this (don't get me started about how driving home from NC from Thanksgiving break) and I'm the one that gets easily irritated about it. I have Mack in the passenger seat and usually Steph in the backseat telling me when to go and we all have different perceptions of time and speed. When I see a car coming from my left and am gauging the distance and they say I have time to go, I don't think I have time to go because of how fast they're going, how slow the car starts up when I'm pulling out, the rainy conditions, and because I'm not sure how fast the other person's break time is. For the most part I'm usually pretty good when it comes to gauging distance as well as I think it's safe or not.
Needless to say we easily start yelling at each other over this and while in the moment, it's not funny, seconds after we get back on the road it's actually pretty funny. One way you can tell when we get worked up is because our voices get really high and some would say 'squeaky' and when that happens, our voices crack, which usually ends up making us crack up. While driving can be very stressful for some, its actually very entertaining for the four of us as we always find something to laugh at.
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