Einstein Passengers
Being a passenger is very stressful.
That is the driver’s
prerogative. You must listen to me if
you are a passenger in my car. Let’s
flip the script for a minute and sympathise with the driver if she has a passenger
who is more intelligent than Albert Einstein.
He talks non-stop. It is all about himself, how right he is, how
good he is, how stupid his boss is. Einstein
is also a driving instructor.
You must listen to the owner of the car, nod and grumble yes
to everything he says because you don’t want to piss him off.
Two things can happen if you disagree with the driver: he
can lose concentration and you all end up in a mash-up accident or stop the car
and ask you to get out.
“Careful. Look at that guy. Is he crazy or something?” says Einstein.
Einstein is the unofficial
pilot. He presses imaginary brakes in the
passenger seat when the driver stops abruptly for a guy who is texting on his
bicycle.
A certain Einstein took it
to another level. She told me that
buying a car was a waste of money because it loses value the minute it leaves
the showroom. She suggested real
investments like buying land, houses or apartments.
I tapped the clutch, changed gears and my baby
took the hill head-on. Einstein clung to
her seat. Good! The nerve! Please interview people before you give them a
ride.
Are you Einstein or quiet passenger?
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