My mom's cousin and his wife are visiting this week; really fun, delightful people. Wayyy better mannered than my family. So mom calls me and says they're going out to dinner on Friday, and would I like to come? Of course I would! "Oh, good," mom says, "we really were hoping you could drive."
Why is that mom? Is it because you hate driving at night anymore? No. No, you know why they wanted me to come?
"We need a designated driver."
I'm 43 years old and THIS IS WHAT MY LIFE HAS COME TO. I am the designated driver for a bunch of 75 year old drunks.
Kids, go to college and SEE WHAT THAT EDUCATION WILL BUY YOU. You could end up JUST LIKE ME!
