Liz Ortiz

If you ever had the privilege of riding in a vehicle with my grandfather, you probably figured out within five minutes that he was not the best driver. He had these guidelines for driving: speed limits were only for bad drivers (which he claimed he wasn’t) and stop signs were simply suggestions. However, while he was volunteering as my driving instructor, he said that I had to stop at the stop signs. I still don’t know why my parents thought it was a good idea for my grandpa