Blog #24: I'm not riding bitch seat!

I know, it's not fair, but I ALWAYS get bitch seat.  It never fails. So this time around, I wanted to take matters into my own hands.  As we were heading out to the lounge/bar last night, Allan volunteered to drive and be the  Designated Driver (thanks!).. Fine, that's perfect! 

Esme, the shortest person (she's 5'2"), goes for the front passenger seat aka Shot Gun. Then there was me, Matt, and Cabby left.  Now Cabby was inside the house rounding folks out, it's his birthday and he's getting a bit tipsy, so I get in the car and sat behind the passenger seat and scooted as far over to the door seat...hence leaving Matt to sit somewhat in the center (it's Cabby's birthday, so either way, he won't be getting bitch seat).  Anyway, Allan decided to do a curbside pickup for Cabby since it was his birthday which left me in a bad position since curbside was on the passenger side.  Only two things could happen...

A) I have to scoot over and get the bitch seat.

or

B) I tell Cabby to get in the other side...leaving Matt to be in the bitch seat.

So I opted for B, saving me from being flanked.  I rolled down my window and told him to get on the other side. =). Thus, leaving the tallest guy in the car to get bitch seat.

Sorry Matt, it was too easy. LOL.