I hate driving in DC. I hate it. Hate it. Hate it.
Good Man drove in DC for the first time tonight (excluding during his driving lessons) and I think he’s a better city (or at least District) driver than I am.
When I make a wrong turn, I flip out and get stressed. Even at night, Good Man just shrugs and says, “It’s OK. We have GPS. We’ll get there eventually.”
Thank God. He can drive in the District. I’ll be the passenger.