Commuter

Poor Rob drives his beater car about 35 min. each way to work--sometimes more or less depending on the hospital. But none the less, he is NOT fun to drive with. He guns the gas, slams on the breaks, rides everyone's tail--I can't stand it. Plus, he has grown overly impatient. I just make fun of him now since it stresses him so much to see a sight like this:

There were 8 RVs in a row, in the passing lane, a semi and slow car in the other two--Rob almost had an aneurysm. It's no wonder every time a semi passes in front of us, Robbie yells, "You've GOT to be kidding me!" from the back. He's learning from the commuter.