The Sweet Husband

Grannie and Mario Andretti

This Grannie doesn't care for speed, and Poppy thinks I am crazy. It has become a battle and the result is granny has been grounded.
We go to Waco a couple of times a week. It's 29 miles, mostly we use other reasons as an excuse, but we go to either eat at Whataburger or Catfish King.

I used to drive us most times, either he just wasn't feeling well enough, or it's just his turn to be driven, He explained to me that he he drove us everywhere we went for many years, and I couldn't argue with him. Then on Highway 6, a few months back, they changed the speed limit from 70 to 75.

When the speed limit was 70, I went 60. I saw no reason to drive any faster, and at that speed limit, I got no argument from da man in da cah.

When that speed limit went to 75, Mario Andretti went crazy. He would tell me every 3 minutes that the speed limit had gone up and I needed to go faster. Over and over again, I calmly explained that grannies don't speed. There is nothing in Waco that I need to get to faster. If we need to get there at an earlier time, we are going to have to leave earlier.

I was nice, I was polite, and I will be the first to admit that this is not always the case. I am driving along, relaxed and not a care in the world, heading to eat my catfish lunch, and he yells speed this SOB up or pull it over and park it.

I politely pulled over,really wondering if he remembered at all how much I don't like driving. Never have liked it, was only doing it because he asked me to.

On the way home, at 75 mph, he says, I really messed this up didn't I? YUP.

You wouldn't drive now if I asked you to, would you?  NOPE.

You are enjoying the hell out of this aren't you?  YUP.

You knew this was going to happen didn't you? YUP!

Life is good, I like having a chauffeur