I'm planning a summer holiday in Madrid where my mum lives. I'm picking up my brother from the Middle East on the way, and we're planning to have lots of fun.
So when I Skype my brother the other day, we have this conversation.
Me: I'll be getting an international driver's license for the trip.
Bro: Don't bother. I'll drive
Me: It's no hassle.
Bro: E, you're not driving.
Me: Why not?
Me: Is it because we drive on the other side? If so, illegal parking by the condo people has turned our 2 way road into one way, and I've been driving on the other side for the last 6 months.
Bro: It's not that.
Me: Is it because I forgot about pedestrian crossings last time? Hey, we've got one now in the industrial park now. I stop, even when the other cars are beeping for me to drive over people.
Bro: That's good. But no.
Me: Is it because I tried to bribe that guardia civil that one time? That was just a reflex action, and he forgave me when he realised why.
Bro: Hey, I'd forgotten about that!
Me: I don't drive in the emergency lane, I always indicate, and I don't drive the wrong way up a one way street to save myself a few hundred meters driving around.
Bro: I know. But you're still not driving here.
Me: You'll get bored driving me about.
Bro: I won't.
I've given in, but I'm getting my revenge. I shall have wine with every meal, and he can drive!