The 3,897th Straw.

One of my ex-girlfriends (serious relationship ex #4 for those keeping score at home) would complain to me incessantly. About me.

She was a highly strung individual and always needed everything single thing to be a certain way. And I, well, I am not like that at all. I am more of a “what you see is what you get and be damned what anyone else thinks” kinda guy. Perfect match right?

One of her many, many quibbles was that I would exit the car slowly. Apparently so slowly that it needed to be brought to my attention. Repeatedly.

My lifelong fear of random lion attacks was never fully accepted.

Yep. This was an actual real life, apparently serious, ongoing issue that consistently presented itself throughout the entire duration of our relationship. Every time we would arrive anywhere my perceived slowness regarding the exiting of vehicles would be met with the most passive aggressive of sighs.

I was certain that this assertion was completely unfounded and, true to form, emphatically told her as much.  And, true to form, this did not go down well at all. Her being incorrect was not part of the certain way things needed to be.

I mean how can someone exit the car so slowly that it needed to be addressed? And addressed so often?

Three years later and I’ve just exited a friend’s car. After doing a pocket check for my wallet/phone/keys I noticed that my friends had already exited the car and were waiting for me to do the same. Turns out that I do indeed take a long time exiting a vehicle.

The more you know.

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