Backseat driving tops the list of the most annoying passenger behaviors.
Seven minutes into our road trip to St. Martins, the peace died. It started when Maddy hijacked my playlist for death metal. By minute twelve, she was critiquing my following distance from a phone-induced haze.
At minute 13—the exact scientific threshold for driver sanity—the “Chocolate Croissant Incident” began. As Maddy took a massive bite, a blizzard of buttery flakes settled into my pristine black upholstery.
“Watch out!” she suddenly shrieked.
I slammed the brakes, heart hammering, scanning for moose or falling debris. There was nothing but a tiny pothole 200 yards away. “Just looking out for your truck,” she said breezily, oblivious to my white-knuckled grip on the wheel.
By the time we hit the gas station, the tally was grim:
- Backseat driving? Check.
- Messy food? Everywhere.
- Unnecessary shouting? My ears were ringing.
Do you have a backseat driver in your household?
