Meanwhile the driver was so addle brained that it's an absolute wonder that she managed to drive. Each new passenger took absolutely forever to load. True, one has to tie down all the mobility devices, but it's like she had to make up from scratch how to do it each time.
She was lost all the time, too, because following the GPS seemed to "cramp her style". The GPS would say. "Turn left 500 years." So she would turn left immediately, or she'd get in the far right lane or she'd obliviously go on straight. She'd do anything but go left in 500 yards
I didn't say a word. I just sat there like a quiet little mouse.

I've learned the hard way that, if you say anything at all, it just rattles them more and takes them longer.
It took 2 hours to get to Reston, 2 hours back. In real life it's just a half hour trip.
Oh, well. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride and watched the leaves change.
My trip last night was fine, though. I went to Clarendon and back, and I got two normal drivers.
Clarendon is really neat. It's like a well lit city area that's bustling even at night. Spanish class was much better than the last one - better organized. It's just me and one other student, and we meet in a Barnes and Noble Cafe.
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