Tom made me drive his car yesterday. Okay, he didn't physically force me to drive it, he just suggested that I really should get comfortable driving it. No time like the present, apparently. One would think I would be excited to get to drive a Z06 Corvette, right? But because it's Tom's car, I'm reluctant. He is seriously picky about his cars and now that I think about it, he's gotten much pickier over the past several years. Ever since he got the GTO.
The entire time I'm driving, he's telling me what to do, giving me little hints, etc. He means well, but it's seriously annoying. Anyway, I did well enough and feel better about the car. Maybe someday soon I'll be allowed to drive it to work.
