“You know they drive on the wrong side of the road over here, don’t you?” my wife asked.
“I know that,” I snapped. “I’m not stupid.”
“And you feel comfortable driving on the wrong side of the road?” she asked.
“I’m not an idiot,” I said. “I can handle it.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to hire a driver to take us to the Castle?”
“Dammit, woman, I said I can handle it. Now get in the goddam rental car.”
“Okay, but if you’re driving, why are you getting into the passenger side?” she asked.
“Fine. You drive.”
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Sandra Crook.