The Backseat Drivers
Boudreaux was driving down the road the other day, with his wife, Marie, and his mother-in-law in the car.
Every couple hundred yards, the two women would take turns telling him something about his driving. “Slow down!” “Watch dat car!” “Don drive too close to da line, no!” “Look out fo dat curve, yes!” On and on it went.
After awhile this started to get on Boudreaux’s nerves. He slams on the brakes and pulls onto the shoulder of the road.
Turning to Marie, he says, “Look…who’s driving dis car? You or yuh mama?”