I'm sure you know by now that Mrs. HM is always wrong. Anything proclaimed by Farmer H is the absolute truth. It's his world, and Mrs. HM is allowed to reside in it for the fee of supper dished out every night, and saving him from his self-destructive ways that are perfectly logical to him and anyone else in his world besides Mrs. HM.
We were barely off our gravel road. Maybe five miles from home, still on winding too-narrow blacktop. Farmer H and The Pony were having a conversation about The Pony offering to bring a pitcher of ice water to Lap House when Farmer H is working there. And Farmer H summarily dismissing the offer, without even a THANK YOU, by saying, "Nah. I have water there, and the refrigerator still works." Despite having had no electricity there for the past month, which just got hooked up this week.
Anyhoo... Farmer H was tooling along in A-Cad, gawking at sights along the way, making eye contact with The Pony in the rearview mirror. And we were consistently ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD! Not just going down the middle. ON THE WRONG SIDE! On this narrow blacktop road with twists and turns and hills.
"Can we drive on our side of the road?"
"Mom!"
"I'm just asking, because I'm afraid I might die when something comes over the next hill."
"Just be quiet and ride."
"Oh. So I'M the one who's wrong here?"
I really don't think that was out-of-line to ask Farmer H to obey the rules of the road, and allow me to stay in his world for a bit longer.
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