I have this habit of waiting until the absolute LAST minute to put my brakes on when I'm driving, my husband is always commenting on it and I think it's really starting to get to him.
The other night we were on our way to the hardware store to return something and were driving down a very busy road and approaching an intersection. The car in front of us was starting to slow down, I, as usual, waited until absolutely necessary and put the brakes on just in time.
Don't get me wrong, I don't resort to squealing tires and throwing my passengers around or anything, cause that's just not soccer-mom-behavior, but I do tend to wait and then slow down quite fast and then stop completely. It makes hubby nervous.
Anyway, as I'm finally slowing down, I see something out of the corner of my right eye.
Now you should note here that my husband has not driven a vehicle in almost 2 years except to maybe move to a different place in a parking lot, someones yard, etc.
Me: "Honey...... Are you trying to step on the brakes over there?"
Him: Trying..... Unfortunately my foot keeps slipping on the gas instead!"
I love my husband. Even if he is a neurotic speed demon who tries to drive instinctively from the passenger seat.