Friday was a little hectic for The Driver.
Scurrying from one appointment to the next, The Driver rushed into Chik Fil-A with Mrs. Driver for a quick lunch. As he walked into the restaurant from the parking lot, The Driver played back a voice mail from a colleague on his iPhone.
The colleague was going on for what seemed like quite a long time about some client that irritated The Driver. And so, The Driver responded to the colleague. And then made another comment. And then wondered why the colleague wasn't letting The Driver get a word in edge-wise.
"Man," thought The Driver. "What's up with [colleague]? I'm obviously irritated and trying to make a point, and he just keeps talking over me. Doesn't he have to pause for a breath or something?"
That's when The Driver realized he was trying to have a conversation with a voice mail message.
The Passenger is only partly to blame for this particular incident. That's because she wasn't the main cause of The Driver's distraction. It was, in fact, purchasing a new automobile for Mrs. Driver. But since the new vehicle will be more practical for the Bobble-Head, she is guilty by association.
Stay tuned for more stories of The Driver slowly losing his mind.
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