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Be careful
Eugenio Davila A01193147
Fer Jaime A00816901
“Be careful”
I’ve known my boyfriend since 7th grade and I’ve always known he drives real bad, no joke. Every time he gets in his car he ends up crashing, crashing into a tree, crashing into another car, if he could he would even crash into himself, unintentionally of course, you can’t even begin to understand, but that’s just the way he drives, he is a reckless driver. I always try to avoid getting in the passenger's seat while he’s behind the wheel because I get nervous and we always get into a fight about his driving skills. Unfortunately, last night he picked me up and and even after he did I felt the tension, stress crawling up my spine, blood rushing to my feet, I saw death beneath my eyes. On our way to Coldplay’s concert I was trying to keep calm and not tell him anything about his driving, but do you know how difficult it is to be with a bad driver? I can’t even begin to explain. I got into the car and as he hit the gas I naturally said “be careful” I couldn’t help myself. He signaled right, with a straight face I said “be careful” then he spun left, I annoyingly said “be careful”. This went on for a couple of blocks I felt so desperate that every little thing he did I judged. I could see how my boyfriend started to be irritate by my attitude, he stopped the car in the middle of the street by hitting the breaks dry into the pavement, he looked at me, straight faced, and in an angry not so subtle tone he said “do you want to drive?!”. These words startled me, I was shocked and I decided I wouldn’t speak again, not a word in the whole ride, if he wanted it his way that was fine by me. Silence stroke the car, it felt like an eternity, I couldn’t articulate a single word and I wasn't planning on doing so. He looked me in the eyes and said “if you’re so perfect at driving, why don’t you drive?!” I wouldn’t reply I was stubborn and I had to much of a dignity, if he wanted it his way I wasn’t to say a word more, even if it took all in me to stay quiet. With a straight face he looked back at the road, shifted into first gear and on we went. After two minutes I saw the rear end of a bright yellow cab getting closer and closer and closer, as I said before I wasn’t to say a word. He obviously didn’t see the BRIGHT YELLOW CAB, plate number SRF-54-11, with the big blue bumper sticker which said “Go Mavs!” and an “imagine peace” sign at the top right corner at the top right corner. We crashed, okay no, he crashed. Without a word I opened the door and got out of the car. He did the same as I did, looked at me, I could see he was ashamed and said “sorry babe, I should listen to you more often” I gave him a disappointed look and decided to let go of my pride, I hugged him, “you should be careful next time” then added “maybe i’ll take the wheel from here on out” he gave me an awkward smirk and hugged me back.
