Scenario: We invited a very nice couple (Let’s call them Dick and Jane) over last night to have dinner and watch a movie with the wife and I. The kiddies were away for the evening, and their kids were otherwise occupied as well. Time to unwind, relax, and de-compress...
The dinner was lovely, the conversation was flowing, and a wonderful time was being had by all. As I was setting up the Home Theater, Dick asked for another beer.
Oops. No more beer, except light beer.
Dick detests light beer.
I suggest that Dick and I take the M5 for a beer run. There’s a Go-Mart a mile or so down the road. No problem.
Except I take the back road...
Dick and Jane are NOT car people. Dick and Jane drive matching GM cars. We love them anyway. Once on the road, I proceed to show Dick the finer points of the Beast’s abilities; ie acceleration , cornering, and braking. This is a back road that Steve (Xraymd) and I have routinely driven at 120 MPH. I didn’t want to scare Dick, so I pushed it to eighty or so, then backed off. Paying strict attention to the road, I apparently miss Dick turning green and gripping the door handle as if his life depended on it. We proceed to the Go-Mart, buy the beer, and return home. Dick asks me at this point to please drive at a “more sane pace”. That was my first indication that something was amiss.
Dick was fairly quiet for the rest of the evening. We gathered in the Home Theater room to watch our flick (BTW, the movie “Secretary” may not necessarily be a couples movie). Later, as we were discussing the movie, Dick blurted out that I had “scared the S@&T “ out of him on the beer run.
After apologizing profusely, all was forgiven.
My wife later pointed out that the back road has a posted limit of 35mph, and that I (and Steve) needed to move back towards reality, as far as our driving is concerned.
Dick called this afternoon, and invited me to golf later this week. Oddly enough, he has insisted on driving.