The woman doth protest much! I do think I am a good driver, I just think its a lot to pay attention to – like directions. I don’t really internalize the concepts of how it all works, not to mention the surroundings. So Paul would generally check in with me around the time I was leaving work to make sure he knew when to have dinner ready and all.
Then he found an app that let’s him see where I am. Well, it let’s him see where my phone is. I usually have it with me, but there have been a couple times I left it at home accidentally. This way we don’t have to have the same dumb conversation daily:
Paul: Where are you?
Me: In the car, I just left work.
Paul: What time do you think you’ll be home?
Me: 35 minutes…same amount of time it always takes. [Did I mention that I hate talking on the phone? Paul is not the chatty type either. We always joke that if it were not for text messaging we probably would not have gotten married. We really don't talk on the phone much at all.]
…Awkward silence…
I would always be mad because I felt like he was checking up on me. In reality he was trying to figure out when to start dinner. Or gauging whether or not I had a crappy day and would want to meet somewhere to go out to eat.
Paul: ok.
Me: ok.
Now, all he has to do is check “Find Friends” and he can see where I am. I don’t have to answer the same question every day, and Paul doesn’t have to ask it. Well, last week this is what he saw:
This is what Paul saw and then he sent me an email:
Will you get back on the road?
