If any of you know my husband Donnie, he is the kindest, most laid back person you will ever meet. He is so agreeable and soft-spoken and he never speaks ill of anyone. That is just not in his nature. That is until he drives to Springfield, Missouri, and the beast is unleashed. It seems as if the minute we get to the Springfield city limits, he changes into this critical, unsympathetic creature that spews obscenities at anyone driving under the speed limit, over the speed limit, is too slow to make a turn, doesn’t use their blinker, uses their blinker too soon, or not soon enough, doesn’t get in the turn lane soon enough….well, you get the picture.
Just today we were getting off the exit to Springfield and a car ran out of gas on the off ramp, well he goes into this tirade about how “asinine it is to run out of gas on an off ramp”, and “only in Springfield would this happen”, all the while using some very colorful words (while I was on the phone with my Mother). We were in Springfield for exactly 30 seconds. On the five minute drive to the hotel, he saw a truck that had a confederate flag in the back of it (now let me add—I DO NOT condone that at all, in fact, I think it is idiotic), but Donnie was still on his rampage and Mr. Confederate Chevy King Cab just added fuel to the fire.
I find this so amusing (ahhh.. it takes so little to entertain me). I think I will try to keep a tally of all of the times Donnie turns into the beast on this trip. I find it funny how he never seems to get upset while driving in St. Louis, but Springfield drivers instantly make him crazy. Still, I love my Road Warrior!
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