Early yesterday morning, I had a minor medical screening that required anesthesia, and I was told I could drive this morning, depending on how I felt. So, this morning, as Younger and I climbed into the car, I suggested he help me to pay attention, just in case effects were still lingering unrecognized.
“Those are cows,” he told me slowly, pointing to a neighboring field as we pulled onto the highway.
“I meant in the general sense of the road.”
“Just before us, the road takes a gentle curve to the left.”
My jaw tightened.
“We are meeting a car,” he enunciated carefully. “Just stay in the right lane.”
“Do you want to drive?” I challenged.
“No.” But then he admitted in a happy tone, “I want to irritate you.”
Younger now knows . . .
Honesty is not always the best policy.