Highway to Heck, Part BApril 19, 2006 at 3:11 PM | Posted in Riding In Cars With Pizza | 2 Comments
I’m giving it a guy’s name because he is a guy, because I expect him to:
a. not get pissed and leave me stranded for some unknown breach of protocol
2. not give me the silent treatment and not tell me why
d. not ask me what I’m thinking
E. not ask me to share my feelings
IV. not demand that I pull over and ask to be let out, and then when I do, get into this whole big discussion about respecting her as a person, blah blah blah.
Much like A Boy and His Dog, or any buddy-cop movie, or the Lone Ranger and Tonto, I expect good-natured ribbing, occasional banter, and one of us always gets the girl (we’ll take turns at that.)
That’s why I didn’t call it Highway to Hell.