They would have you believe that this trip, just like any other when I'm driving was full of problems but this is totally untrue. The three women were of course as quiet as a mouse (or mice) the entire trip. No fighting, screaming, tickling, screaming, swearing or biting at all. They wouldn't dare kick the driver knowing that he can't fight back. The most capable driver didn't get lost, take a single wrong turn or forget where people live.
When I got a flat tire, I took it with good humour, and being prepared for everything was not at all worried as my boot is full of useful stuff to use in such a situation. Not useless stuff like brooms, hedge shears and a bucket. And if I did need to call the RACV, which I didn't because I totally had a car jack and the spare tire wasn't stuck fast, I would remember whether I was still a paid member and not have to ask, and the woman on the phone wouldn't laugh at me.
Also, the guy working at the petrol station didn't give me weird looks because my entirely sane friends weren't washing my car, sweeping the ground in the middle of the night, recording weird messages on my phone *points finger at meika* and fighting amongst themselves. They were sitting patiently.
(try to count how many lies there are in all of that if you ever have trouble sleeping)
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