The truck

Boys and their toys. What can I say. Scott decided to bring home a six by six military truck last week. He needs it. Right, like I need a weekly manicure and massage. Anyhow, he was attempting to bridge the gap between myself and the truck last Friday night when he decided to take me out for a late night drive in it. Problem was he didn't tell me what we were going to do.

"Lets go outside" um, ok. It is freezing outside, but ok.

"Lets walk a little" walk? At ten o clock at night? We are so going to get mugged.

"I want to show you my truck" wow. Big, green and ugly. Can we go now?

"Here, just hop up in the seat so you can see the inside" I am sitting on an ugly green seat. Fantastic.

"Let me just start this up" Holy loud. Ahhh. Sign on jockey box says driver and co driver must wear ear protection.

"LETS GO FOR A DRIVE!!!" Yes he just yelled that at you. Oh my good gravy we are going to die!

So after we almost took out the fence, a parked car and the bridge, we made it out onto the city street. I was in the midst of a lovely panic attack while Scott exuberantly drove us to the farthest gas station he could find that was still in the city. He filled up with gasoline while I attempted to control my erratic breathing.

"Do you want me to take you home?" Furious nodding

The drive back was just as treacherous, and when we pulled in and he shut off the monstrosity of a truck, I started to breathe normally again. We walked back to his house without saying much. When we went inside, he looked at me with that "oh crap I screwed up" expression that guys are so good at. I in turn pulled the crying expression that girls are so good at. "I hate it! It scares me!" I sobbed into his shoulder.

After I had calmed myself down, again, he asked what I wanted to take up to the lodge the next day. The original plan was to take the truck. "I can get you some earplugs" he said enthusiastically. He is out of his freaking mind if he thinks I am going to subject myself to that torture ever again!

We drove my car. Veto power is a beautiful thing.