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High Heels and Horsepower: Bad Passengers

High Heels and Horsepower: Bad Passengers

By Nicole James

One of my biggest pet peeves is when passengers start messing with stuff in my car while I am driving. It is the quickest way to get a rise out of me. Personally, I feel it is disrespectful for the passenger to start changing the radio station, or mess with the AC while I have their life in my hands as I am driving. I really don’t mind when someone asks to change the station or turn on the AC and roll up the windows. However, when you do it without asking it drives me crazy, let alone pick at things.

So, a few weeks ago I gave someone a ride in my car. I had the windows down, enjoying life, and the music up. My passenger began complaining about the glorious Arizona heat as we made our way to our destination. He rolled up his window. That was fine, didn’t bother me.

As we kept driving, he began complaining again about it and asked me to roll my window up as well as he started messing with the AC turning it on ice cold and full blast causing dust particles to fly out and attack my eyes nearly blinding me! I regularly don’t use my AC, even on the hottest days, so it’s no surprise there would be some dust.

My passenger began complaining about my music choice. I asked myself, who doesn’t love Skrillex? Apparently this guy. So I switched my stereo from the CD player to the FM radio to accommodate my guest. What did this fool do? Began changing the radio station every 30 seconds to every different channel.  Again, this act of changing the radio station doesn’t bother me, I have radio ADD as well and feel the need to always change the station. But he just helped himself to a good old time and changed some of my presets while he was at it.

By this time, not going to lie, I was pretty irritated… I was clenching my steering wheel and forcefully focusing on the road. Unfortunately, I did not notice when my passenger got bored of messing with my electronics and turned to picking at my side panel.

After arriving at our destination, he jumped out of the car real quick. I looked over at the passenger’s side only to be astonished. My eyes grew wide with shock. The fabric of my side panel was now hanging. He had partially peeled it off the door. I got out of the car and looked at my passenger with such disdain all while thinking, “What the hell? Who does that?” My blood was boiling.

Needless to say, the night was short lived with many squinty eyes and angry looks. The ride back home was very quick. Thankfully I never have to see this bad passenger ever again or let him anywhere near my car!

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