Ugh...

Ok, I hated driving tonight. I had to pick up my sister from work, one of her jobs is at the Toys r’ us in Chapel Hill. I normally don’t like going that way, but I did earlier when I had to drop her off. Due to mom’s car suddenly being out of commission tonight, I had to go. It wasn’t pleasant.

The drive there wasn’t too bad, but it all went to hell when she got into the car. First thing that happens, I missed the one turn and had to go to the next light. She only argued with me a little. On the way further, she was yelling at me to get into the next lane because there were people walking on the street (that part has no sidewalks). I slowed down and was prepared to swerve, but she wanted me into the next lane despite having to be in that one later. We almost got side swiped by some jack ass who didn’t stop fast enough at a stop sign. I swerved to avoid collision. She yelled at me again, claiming that it would not have happened if I had just listened to her. We finally make it to the right light, but at the stop sign we had to go to, I heard sirens. She yelled at me to move because we couldn’t see them, but I had to pull over just past an intersection because I was unable to do so before due to it being a turn only and we needed to go straight. After a bit further, there is this one part of the road that goes thinner, but is not a one lane. She was yelling at me because she swore up and down it was a one lane and I didn’t merge on time. There were no other cars next to us. That part is one of those weird shaped roads that does a slight “S” because it’s one lane going in on the other side.

When we do get home, she slammed the door on my car as hard as she could. And when we get inside, she starts bitching to mom how I am a bad driver. She did bring up one thing that I know was my fault on my way to drop her off, I didn’t see one stop sign. And we end up going at it for a bit. I know East Akron better than she does. I’ve had my license for 5 years. She doesn’t even has her’s yet. She complains because me and mom won’t teach her, but it’s not really our responsibility to do so. Mom has congestive heart failure and bad memories from when she tried to teach her back in West Virginia. My car is actually difficult for most people to drive because it has manual steering and non-ABS brakes. And my sister’s car isn’t legal yet because she needs to let them inspect the car before she can get a temp tag for it again. It won’t pass right now because she needs to get the new mirrors put on it. Besides, she has other people who have offered to teach her.

Mom’s parents didn’t teach her, her mother died when she was 15 and her dad didn’t want to teach her. She had to get someone else to do so, and was 17. I was 22 when I finally got my license. I was lucky that my step father even tried to teach me, despite being thrown on the road at night in the middle of winter in an old ass Ford pick-up. And there weren’t many streetlights in Ridgeview West Virginia. Trust me, I had it bad when it was my turn to learn.

Point being, my sister has other people willing to teach her. It’s not my or our mother’s job. And as she doesn’t even have a license, she has no right to bitch about my driving.