If Your Husband.....

My uncle was a wise man. He hasn't been with us for eight years now, but his words of wisdom still ring heavily throughout my family. I was reminded of one piece of advice, that pertains to my life quite nicely right now, tonight as I spent time with my family.

"If your husband robs a bank, you drive the car."

And Uncle Migs is one hundred percent correct. But, I think Jeff and I already had that figured out. We definitely knew it a few years ago on the way home from our trip to Georgia.

On our drive home, we decided that we would drive through New York City and catch a Mets game. I was so excited as I had never been to Shea (Stadium that is) before. We went online and bought ourselves good tickets.

Once we hit the Cross-Bronx Expressway, things got ugly. With overcrowding and crazy weekend traffic, we ended up getting in an accident. A five-car pile-up as I like to describe it. Since every vehicle in this accident was an SUV, minus ours, we were the only people who could not simply drive away. We needed to get towed. Towed from New York City to Albany.

I was sure that the worst part about this accident was the fact that we weren't going to get to see the Mets. But, our day was just getting started. Our tow truck driver spoke no English. I sat in between the driver and Jeff. There was no seat belt in the middle, so while Julio and Jeff were nice and buckled in, I was free as a bird.

This wasn't a problem until Julio began nodding off. We began getting nervous when the tow truck veered so far off the road we crossed the rumble strips. Julio jumped to attention and pulled over, claiming, "I tired." He got out of the truck and went to the back where he thought he was not visible. Rearview mirrors work wonders. We could see him!

Julio dumped water over his head and chugged two Red Bulls trying to wake himself up. Jeff and I began discussing the fact that we were about to get into two accidents in one day. With the size of the tow truck, the speed on the highway, and the lack of seatbelt, we concluded that it was likely that I would die if we were to crash. Jeff, being the amazing man that he is/was, did exactly what my Uncle Migs was talking about. He decided to take his seatbelt off. He told me if we were going down, we were going down together. So romantic.

Moral? Yes, if Jeff robbed a bank, I would drive. I'm wondering why we haven't tried this yet.