Sweating palms

I have a moment to check in so I thought I'd let everyone know that my family arrived safe and sound.

I, on the other hand, nearly had the living shit scared out of me on the trip to the airport. I got an airport shuttle service to drive me to Hannover to pick up my sister and her family and drive us back to Magdeburg. To say this guy was a scary-ass driver doesn't even remotely touch the situation. I am not a fearful passenger. I don't normally cringe at fast driving. I do, however, highly object at hurtling towards stopped traffic at 150kph. There would be a sea of brake lights ahead and this old bastard driving would be all "Oh! I guess I should stop this car! SCREEEEEECH!".

I tried not to squeal out loud too much but there were three or four times I literally feared for my life. All I could think was "I'm going to die in this car with this old fat man with hair in his ears while listening to shitty music on the radio.". I was also having thoughts of beating him over the head, throwing him from the car and taking the wheel myself but landing in jail would really screw up my family's vacation. I also had thoughts of saying "I'm not getting back in the car with you. Dump me at the airport and I'll get back another way. Getting picked up by a psychotic ax murderer would be a better alternative than riding with you." but this man was such a dimwit I wasn't sure he was going to understand my meaning. This guy was so ignorant that he couldn't understand that my husband is German. I told him this about seven times. I told him that B was born and raised in Magdeburg and at one point he asked me if my husband speaks German.

Who let this fuckwit out of his cage?

Due to a lot of traffic jams on the Autobahn we were forty-five minutes late getting to the airport and I was just anxious to get my family loaded up and headed towards home.

Did I forget to mention that while we were told we'd be driven in a van we were instead in a Skoda sedan? Myself, my sister, my BIL, my nephew, fat-stupid-driver and a pile of luggage. We practically had to be greased up to shove ourselves into the car.

My sister is practically fearless. She doesn't even flinch when being driven by the craziest taxi driver in New York City or Boston but this guy scared her blind. Jerky steering, lurching from lane to lane, passing cars while never really fully getting into the other lane, sometimes driving between lanes, all while driving 180kph (that's 108mph...let me remind you that we were in a Skoda) - it all added up to scaring her sufficiently enough to claim that she'd see him in hell before she got in the car with that man again.

So while we're having a great visit together, I've got to find another way to get them back to Hannover to the airport. Deutsche Bahn is looking exceptionally good to me right now. At least when they're driving 180kph they're on the tracks alone.