My wife is usually really nice, we line in a country with heavily enforced and low speed limits, and driving here is generally boring (it’s a good thing). But when she is driving, it can go like this:
[something minor happens]
Wife: PIECE OF SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING? oh why am I so angry? why? am I alright?
On contrary, I am sometimes impulsive and when I hate something, I usually speak my mind. But somehow when I’m driving I’m chill like when I’m stoned.
We have no idea how it works.
My wife is usually really nice, we line in a country with heavily enforced and low speed limits, and driving here is generally boring (it’s a good thing). But when she is driving, it can go like this:
[something minor happens]
Wife: PIECE OF SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING? oh why am I so angry? why? am I alright?
On contrary, I am sometimes impulsive and when I hate something, I usually speak my mind. But somehow when I’m driving I’m chill like when I’m stoned. We have no idea how it works.