Peonyrose. You have my sympathies. I used to have so many friends who did not drive and who had husbands who drove them. I am a widow and have been a driver since the children were born. Over the years I have given lifts to so many of these non-driver women, a lot of whom lived in places a long way from me and caused me much inconvenience. As the years passed I found that the older friends were even worse, so used to having hubby take them out, they sat in the front of the car while I scraped off the ice on a Wintry night, complaining of the cold, complaining that I didn't take them home straight away, and making the windows steam up...
Very few of these lady friends actually appreciated what went into running a car, or how unpleasant it can be driving at night in bad weather especially. They would ask to be taken past puddles, and practically expect me to open their door in a Chauffeur-like fashion. I used to sit through sarcastic comments about my travelling slowly in traffic jams or fog, taking too long on a three point turn on a cul de sac, being annoyed when I asked them to do up their seat belt, or to sit back a bit so I could see past them to see if the road was clear before turning out into it.
But there were one or two who were so sweet and grateful and so worth taking out. It made up for it all. Really!