I'm A Good Driver The challenge was to write a story of humor and within the story use the word 'egg', or 'eggs', twenty-five times. Another requirement was that the phrase "I'm a good driver" had to be used seven times. Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com) wrote the following story: I am a good driver, though some passengers sit nervously like they are sitting on eggs. One day I asked my husband to give me eggsact directions to the egg ranch. It was like eggstracting syrup from a rock. So I asked him to ride along and show me eggsactly where the place was. He scoffed at my driving. I told him I am a good driver. Well, he came along and pointed out the turns. "Hey" he yelled. You almost hit that tree." I told him he was eggsagerating. "I am a good driver." We drove along some more around curves and bends. Admittedly it was nerve wracking driving with such steep drop offs along the sides of the road. But I am a good driver, so the car's wheels stayed eggsactly where they should. Eggscept for the once or twice I had to pull the steering wheel sharply when the tires started to spin. But I am a good driver and we stayed on the road. Then a truck tried to pass on the narrow winding road. I didn't know eggsactly how to handle that. But as I am a good driver, and I knew that he shouldn't be passing, I stayed in the middle of the road, not letting him pass unsafely. The driver got a little bit eggasperated with me until we came to a spot that he could pass safely. As he went by, He thanked me with a strange wave. He didn't eggsactly use his whole hand. Just one finger. I suspect he had injured that hand and that was the only thing that still moved. Good thing I am a good driver. He might have had an eggsasperating accident if I hadn't kept him from passing. I glanced over at my husband. His face was pale and his eyes were round as an egg yolk. I asked him if he was ok, but he just mumbled something and kept staring that look. Finally we got to the egg ranch and I parked the car. My husband just sat there shaking, poor thing. He was saying something, but it came out sounding like a hen cackling just before she lays an egg. I went up to the stand where the eggs are sold and asked for a flat of large eggs. They hadn't had time to gather them yet that morning, so I was allowed to go into the hen house and find my own eggs. I did so, and gathered enough to make a flat of eggs. They were eggsceptionaly fresh and I was quite happy. So I paid for the eggs and headed back to the car. I was surprised to see my husband had moved to the driver seat. "Aren't you too sick to be driving?" The eggspression on his face told me I should shut my mouth and let him drive. He started the car and off we went. The conversation on the way home was not eggsactly inspiring. In fact, nothing was said at all. That evening I couldn't decide what to make for dinner. So we eggschanged ideas of what to eat. Finally we settled on having a breakfast meal for dinner. You guessed it! We had eggs,bacon, and toast. The next day I offered to drive my husband his dentist appointment. After all, I am a good driver. ~ © Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com) ~ March 2004 BACK All poems and short stories on this website have a copyright. If you wish to use one or more on your website, contact the author for permission. If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Spring Is Here Desert Spring Humor Darn Cat Click the image and visit my business website. And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Early Spring 2004 Index