Maggie was a total freak like that when Sophie was behind the wheel. And she'd totally believed that maybe Maggie had done lost it, until she had the experience of riding with a friend that was an even worse driver than she was. After that she teased Maggie a lot less seeing as she'd done the exact same thing. Was instinct, pure and natural. Still, it just was weird, when she thought of it, Like... of course she knew stomping the floorboard was not going to do a damned thing to get the idiot in the driver seat to settle down.

But Sophie was sure she was a better driver than that girl had been. Maggie was just being Maggie's worrisome self.

She figured there were quite a few things that she hadn't completely screwed up, and that she even did well. She knew Maggie was proud about that, and might be proud of a lot more if Maggie had been more open about it. It was the things she just blew off altogether, and her attitude. Yeah, yeah... she knew all this. The same shit she got from her teachers, the counselors, and every single adult she knew. "Blah blah blah," they said. "Play the conformist game," was what they really meant. "Pick up your suit and tie here, drop off your soul to collect your first paycheck, and have a nice day Citizen 12877621487."

Was she the only one who saw the truth? Well no, not exactly. And that was why The Stepford Wives. Not that everyone they played to had the same ideals. Many of them were still conforming, just to a different machine was all.

Sheep. So many fucking sheep. And all all too happy to be that way.

"Yeah well..." She was buckling up again, slumping slightly. "Least I won't feel like I laid down for them. Most assholes are that way because no one ever stands up to them." She knew the type. Just like people in school stopped fucking with her when they realized she wasn't going to bend over for them.

Luckily, she still had the energy to exert all that anger. In fact, she felt like she still had plenty left to give.

She was ready to huff a bit, roll her eyes, and then Maggie gave in with some minor restrictions, and even a smile, and Sophie had no choice but to return it with a smile of her own. "I can already think of several that need to be reminded of that." Nevermind that it had nothing to do with what Maggie had intended, more just... Sophie thought they were pompous airheads with way too much muscle.

She kind of thought that might be the response, and so, she let it drop. Kind of late in her life to be giving her the guilt about how she was needed at home, even if she was. Sophie wasn't little anymore, after all, and that cookie-cutter life was way out of their reach. "Alright, I guess." She put her feet up on the dash and fiddled with a rip in her jeans. "School's school. So how was work?" She changed the subject, putting it right on Maggie. Let her talk about herself for a change. After all, wasn't it a more positive topic, given that she "enjoyed her work".