could be worse
My favorite is, watching a blonde pump the gas while her African-American boy friend sits in the passenger seat looking at his phone.
When I drive, I do the gas getting. When my hubby drives, he does.
You are a special gal.
When I was married I always drove and she expected it. And I not only pumped the gas, I was expected to take care of the automobile in every single way. (I did my own maintenance on my cars because I couldn’t afford for anyone else to do it.) Now she sees how expensive it is to have a car worked on.