Hello to all,
Let's talk about 'passenger princesses '. These are women who always claim the passenger seat, whether on a romantic date or a mundane trip to the supermarket. Despite the driver’s seat offering luxurious eight-way electric adjustments at the push of a fingertip, they prefer the position of royalty, even if it's a manual seat.
The loving man has no say in determining the control of the steering wheel, nor does he have any input as to their destination. Some might say this is a masculine mandate based on societal norms. However, I offer this evidence. Recent videos show the man sitting in the passenger seat waiting for their loved one. She approaches the car only to see her throne filled by the man she loves. This sight leaves the woman filled with sadness, grief, anger, or despair over having to drive.
Tammy, my passenger princess, has grown into the passenger queen in recent years. Despite my urging, she has never had a driver’s license and probably never will. She sat in the seat to my right for thirty years and directed me to drive. As queen of the car, she points out significant obstacles and opportunities while I drive. Sometimes, trivial stuff like red lights going unnoticed if it wasn’t for her keen awareness. One time, she blurted out, “Did you see the boobs on her?” as I concentrated on the congested road. I offered to turn around to see them, but she told me to keep going.
We will start on a long road trip, and she will become the navigator by royal authority of her throne. This lasts until I need directions, and then she is completely lost. She opens her phone and finds us and our destination. I get directions like, “You need to go up and sideways.”
I determined my direction was west, and I needed to turn right. “It says you must make a right turn in two hundred feet.” For the next half mile, there were nothing but fields. We kept traversing the back roads. “Oh, you should have turned back there,” she said as I saw the turn disappear in my mirror. We eventually made it back home.
I married my passenger princess thirty years ago. I would much rather have her give me misdirections than any other woman who gives good directions. Traveling nowhere with my wife is enjoyable so she can peruse around our state. If we have somewhere to be, I plug my phone into the car and get proper GPS directions.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
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