On Christmas day years ago, I was driving behind a very old lady who did this. She probably didn’t drive much and had likely never seen a roundabout before. I remember her white frizzy hair and the back of her SUV was packed full of presents. She got jostled around quite a bit when she hopped the curb, but she committed and drove straight over it. lol



When we first got married, instead of calling me “hubby” she called me “hooby”. So I started calling her “wief” (rhymes with reef), which lead to “leafy wief”, and now it’s just “leafy”. It’s become an inside joke and it’s stuck.