A Little Problem

 “Give me the wheel, you jerk,” Janyce shoved Johnny’s drunken torso to the left, causing the jam-packed motor home to sway.

 

 “I hate your driving,” he spat.

 

She kicked his foot off the gas pedal and tried to find the brake with her own. The motor home missed the guardrail by inches.

 

 “You are too drunk, John. We’ll never make it home with you behind the wheel.”

 

 Janyce grabbed for the keys and pulled them out. The RV coasted down the hill. Both noticed lights flashing in the rearview mirror.

 

  “Let me see your license and insurance,” muttered the officer with pen and pad.

 

 Janyce handed him both.

 

  He looked at the two, her lodged in his lap, “Who was driving?”

 

Reviews

[Albert Freeman]

LMAO. Now that was one awkward moment. Now who did the talking and who just sat looking spaced out? :)

[Christina2]

haha!!! love it. well, not so much the drunk driving, but the end- put a smile on my face. Thanks Janyce.

[Jacqueline]

LOL! (nearly spit-takes!) Ok, those last two lines killed me and brought me back to life! Thank goodness you had control of *half* of the situation! ;)