Boudreaux’s Back Seat Drivers

I’ll refrain from mentioning my dear friend by name in this segment. I will tell you that she is the classic back-seat driver, only she’s usually riding shotgun. The same behavior applies. The woman does a fine job of driving from her side of the car. Now, if she were telling this story she would probably say this is necessary because I’m not paying attention but that is not the case at all. I just have this little thing about talking with my hands and well, I don’t always get one back on the wheel at exactly the same moment I take the other one off to gesture for emphasis. But really, I’m in total control. Besides, I’m telling this story and it’s not even about me. It’s just a good back-seat driver funny starring everyone’s favorite Cajun. I thought it was time we checked in with Boudreaux.

I understand the boy took a road trip not long ago with both his dear wife, Marie and his mother-in-law. Boudreaux had insisted on driving, but it wasn’t long before he began to think that was a big mistake. Every few seconds the two women seemed to take turns yelling at the poor boy. “Slow down,” Marie would yell. “Watch ‘at car!” her mother would add.

“Don’t drive so close to the line!”
‘”Look out for dat curve!”

Boudreaux tried to hold onto his temper but this unsolicited help began wearing on him like a bad suit. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer. He slammed on his brakes and pulled over to the shoulder of the road. The women shifted in their seats uncomfortably but for once they didn’t say anything. That Boudreaux looked like he was about to blow sky high!

Seconds passed as Boudreaux took a deep breath and attempted to steady himself. Then, feeling mostly composed, he turned to Marie and asked as calmly as he knew how, “Look, Marie, who’s driving dis car? You or your mudder?!”

Hugs,
Shellie