The Mr. thinks I'm a bad driver. He's right. I'm a horrible driver...but it has nothing to do with me being a woman...or of Asian decent...or the fact I had to take my driving test twice before I passed. I'm just a bad driver. Here are some samples of my stellar driving skills:
One afternoon the Mr. called me right after I left the driveway....
Me - "Hello?"
the Mr. - "Did you know you just backed up into the neighbors' car and drove away?"
Me - "Ummm...I must've just tapped it since I didn't notice."
the Mr. - "No...no, you didn't"
Explaining the fresh scrapes on the right side of my front bumper...
Me - "I think I pulled into the driveway too fast"
the Mr. - "How do you not know how to pull into the driveway? You've been pulling in and out of this driveway over and over for a year!!!"
Me - "It's trash day...the trash cans through me off?"
As I drive over the curb...
the Mr. - "You just drove over the curb!"
Me - "It's a curb...it's not like a person"
So...you can understand why I'm not allowed to drive his truck...ever. I guess I'm just a driving hazard.