In A Jam

Photo by Ted Strutz

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you drive but, I was tired and you insisted.”

“Why are you saying that?  Is it because I’m a woman?”

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you drive but, I was tired and you insisted.”

“Why are you saying that?  Is it because I’m a woman?”

“Why is it that every time I say something negative, you automatically assume that it has to do with your gender?”

“Well, what does it have to do with this time?”

“Are you kidding me?” he exclaimed.

“So, I made one little mistake…”

Your little mistake has caused a monstrous traffic jam.”

“Hmph!” 

“Scoot over.  I’ll handle this.”

“Fine!” She moved over and he got behind the wheel.

The engine sputtered and then, died.

100 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here.

30 comments

  1. Dear Adele,

    Ha! I refuse to drive with my husband in the car. He’s about the worst backseat driver ever and then insists that he isn’t. I felt her pain. Glad the car dies for him. 😉

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • Dear Rochelle,

      That’s funny about your husband and you. Yes, it’s funny how things turned out. He has made a bad situation worse. She will never let him forget this.

      Shalom,
      Adele

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