“This is much better!” John announced as we merged from the onramp into the slow lane.
“I’m glad you think so.” Mom said sarcastically.
I leaned forward and patted John’s left shoulder, “That was good driving.”
“Thanks, now sit back please.” he said as he flipped on his turn signal to merge into the fast lane.
Once we were on the highway, traffic was heavy and the roads left much to be desired, but for the most part the return trip was uneventful as far as driving went. I, on the other hand, created several ‘event’ that had to be dealt with.