Mr. Rilch and I were driving on the 5 about a half hour ago. It was the last time we were to make that particular journey, and I was somewhat paranoid that we might have an accident. So first he decides to tickle me while he’s driving, and I tried telling him seriously not to do that on the 5. (Golden State Freeway; lotta 18-wheelers.) So he started getting more obnoxious, and the more I told him to be careful, the more aggravated he got with me. Then he tries to get a piece of gum, drops the box on the floor by his feet, and picks the box up while we’re going 70. On the 5, surrounded by interstate trucks, as I mentioned. I offered to get the box for him, but he told me to shut the 
up.
Well, we hashed it out, but we didn’t get it settled until this exchange.
Me: So why don’t you listen to me when I tell you to be more careful?
Him: Because you’re :)ing annoying!
Me: Well, a :)ing perpetual care nurse, changing your :)ing Depends because you’re :)ing paralyzed after a :)ing collision that you :)ing caused because you can’t control your :)ing emotions, is also :)ing annoying!
Him: (trying not to laugh)Are you proud of yourself now?
Me: Yes I am! Yay Rilch! I’m going to post that on the Straight Dope!