Backseat Driver

They talk too much.

You pretend to listen.

They give you endless advice. 

You know they are not qualified to.

They often know better.

You know... they know no nothing.

They point.

You stare, but don't care.

They dictate, you begin to get irate as you indicate.

They tell you to go left.

You know you're right.

You see red, while you wait at them.

However, you pull up to the party perfectly on time, and hop out the car both looking impeccably fine.

On the way back home, you don't have to worry about the queen of the backseat ruling from her throne, for she's a light weight, and now she's fallen asleep.

Joshua, TCC