Filling That Last Few Minutes
My wife steadfastly refuses to drive on parkways. I'm trying to persuade her otherwise, and I was driving her around giving her instructions. "You know, you turn here, wait for the car, and, umm.... then you get on."
My daughter, in the back seat, said, "You know what you sound like? You sound like a teacher who finished the class early and is trying to fill up the last few minutes."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You're improvising," she said. "You have no idea what you're talking about and you're just making it up as you go along."
I was shocked. She was right, of course. I really had
My daughter, in the back seat, said, "You know what you sound like? You sound like a teacher who finished the class early and is trying to fill up the last few minutes."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You're improvising," she said. "You have no idea what you're talking about and you're just making it up as you go along."
I was shocked. She was right, of course. I really had