It is a tragedy when a man loses his driver's license.
My wife, Sara, now drives me whenever I need to go places. I watch Sara stopping at a traffic light. She stops at too many lights. In fact, she is a boring driver. I was an exciting driver.
When we men get in my position, we don't dare complain or criticize, or we will end up walking.
I feel like a pet dog sitting in the passenger seat. Very emasculating.
The difference is that I don't have a leash on my neck, so I am able to jump out.
I should encourage other men to rebel with me. But I don't have a driver's license.
Maybe I could qualify for a dog license. Woof, woof.