Lean Into The Turn

Thomas always drives when we go places. 

Actually, anybody who goes out-and-about with me always drives.  Not because I’m a bad driver, but because I drive slowly.  You know, the speed limit.

On Sunday, Thomas and I were running errands and we were in the parking lot preparing to park.

I expected him to pull into a particular space on the right, and I began to lean into the turn.

But he didn’t turn…he pulled into a different one on the other side.

This was wrong, so wrong.

Me:  I thought you were going to pull into that parking spot over there.

Thomas:  I know you did.

Me:  Do you usually know what parking spot I want you to park in?

Thomas:  Pretty much.

Me:  Did you choose this spot because you knew I was preparing for the other one?

Thomas:  Yep.

Me:  Do you do that often?

Thomas:  Pretty much.

Me:  That’s not very nice.

Thomas looked at me and smiled.

Me:  I would never mess with your mind like that.

Thomas looked at me and raised one eyebrow (I’m so jealous he can do that.  I practice all the time, but without success).

Me:  Okay, maybe I do a little bit.

Thomas was still looking at me.

Me:  Fine…I do it a lot, but that doesn’t mean you can do it to me.  You know, it’s kinda petty to try and get even.

Thomas was still looking at me and smiling just a little bit.

Me:  Game on!

And then when we went to the next store, I leaned into the turn and he went the other way. 

And he smiled.

This guy kills me. 

I gotta give him props for keeping up with me, but I’m still ahead on the driving somebody crazy scale.

Thomas, just go to sleep.  I’ll watch over you.  Everything will be just fine.  Just relax.

And then BAM!!!!

He’ll never see it coming, mostly because his eyes will be closed.