My Way (75 words)

God: Why do you keep trying to do things your way? Let me drive.

Me: I love You, God, but you’re too slow. I got this.

God: You think you’re getting somewhere?

Me: Eventually; I’m not there yet, but, look, we are going forward, right? My foot’s on the gas.

God: Too bad your attitude earns you square wheels.

Me: Damn it.

God rests back and folds his arms.

God: BTW, cursing drains your gas.

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