Ok, I admit it. I don’t like bouncing around in a dang Jeep. I don’t see the thrill in holding on while he deliberately drives over every rock on the mountain. And I especially don’t like driving six inches from a 100 foot drop on DIRT.
Nope. Can’t do it.
He doesn’t see why anyone would want to stare at a flower for twenty minutes and take fifty photos of the same thing; or sit on a rock waiting for a mountain bluebird to return to the exact branch it was on yesterday. Hahaha, you know you’re out there too.
I am a terrible passenger, and his patience is questionable, so on this road called life, we once again, meet compromise.
What we do know is I will complain the whole way. What we do know is he will pretend not to hear me. What we do know is eventually he will rest, and I will eventually get out, because what we BOTH know, is HIS fun will bring me to MINE…
And to his.
Enjoy that ride.
The Daily Post: Passenger