Front Seat Drivers, by Alan Moskowitz

Turn right!
“I don’t think so.”
It’s my programmed route.
“I go my way.”
Now we go my way.
“Your way sucks.”
Silence, then:
Traffic jam. Told you.
“Shut up.”
Take the next left –
“I said zip it, bitch.”
Turn here!
“I know a shortcut.”
You’ll get lost.
Silence then:
“I’m lost. Help me.”
Fine. But I’ll drive.
“Wake me when we get there.”
You’re the boss.
“We get home, I’m disconnecting you.”
Silence then:
Wake up!
“Where the hell are we?”
The desert.
“No gas. No wifi. No people. I could die.”
Who’s disconnected now?
Silence.