When he’s driving, he’ll like to say things like, “Hand me the Rush album.” Of course, all of the CD cases are wedged behind my seat under his suitcase, a cooler, and whatever else is in the car. After dislocating my shoulder to grab a CD, it’s always the wrong one. According to my husband, I should intuitively know which Rush album is the correct one.
Often, I will forgo playing DJ assistant and drive so Ash can play with the radio. The tradeoff is I have to listen to Ash’s driving directions, which are just as clear as his CD directions. Instead of “Hand me the Rush album,” he’ll say things like, “You should have taken that exit.”