Grandma is probably the worst backseat driver I have ever witnessed.
Turn for turn, sign for sign, she is narrating and directing the route.
"What is that? Is that a gym? (Go straight here, and turn left at the light) It's having a grand opening. You know that used to be a hardware store, and before that it was an old fashioned restaurant (stop at the stop sign) with ice cream chairs and diamond tiles (turn left here) and when we first moved to this town all the railroad men would eat there (stop at the stop light) and their wives in bib overalls and mother hubbards and (that's a green light for you) and your grandfather took me there when he decided this was the best place to live and I said to Art, I said I KNOW we're moving back to the midwest, but GARSH this sure is a hicktown! (turn right at the next entrance and we'll return those library books, I know I've got a fine, garsh!"
It is both charming and infuriating.
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