Get in the car.
Where are we going? He asks. His voice is dispassionate but I know his nature better. Hes curious, the wanker. Exasperated, I march around to the passenger side and wrench the door open myself. With the grandest gesture I can manage I wave him toward the seat. You know, he says, arching an eyebrow, if I knew where we were going I could just... He wiggles his fingers in a gesture that Im supposed to interpret as magic.
If you knew where we were going, it wouldnt be a surprise, I say. Its a little difficult forming the words around