Thursday, April 3, 2008

Getting my Driver's License

What is a rite of passage for most teenagers was one of the most difficult
ordeals of my life. Okay, I might be exaggerating that a TAD, but it was no fun.

My mom did not want me to be driving at 16, so I had to wait until I was 17 to be allowed to take the test. So, on my 17th birthday I scheduled my driving exam. My mom took me to the DMV and I waited impatiently for my number to come up.

Finally, it was my turn. This was it! I was finally going to enter that group of teenagers who could drive. I could not wait to see my picture smiling up at me from that little oh-so-important piece of plastic.

Parallel parking...Check!
Pulling out of an intersection...Check!
Using my turn signals...Check!
Making a hand over hand turn...Check!

This was great! I knew that the instructor must be thinking that I was a natural. Until we got to that blasted intersection!

The car I was driving has some...glitches. The check engine light came on, and he asked what that was for.

"Oh" I said, "Nothin. That happens all the time. It's no biggie."

Famous last words.

The air around us started to turn black as thick smoke poured from the exhaust pipe. I tried hard to pretend this was nothing, and just continued driving.

The test was finally almost over, just one more intersection to get through and we would be back at the DMV.

"Turn right" he said.

So I did. Through a red light.

"Do you make it a habit of running red light?"

"Umm, what?"

"You just ran that light."

"Oh, really?"

Honestly, I thought I didn't have to stop...I did slow drastically and look to see if anyone was coming. This didn't work with the instructor...

...and I had to go back in 6 months. Oh the shame. Happy Birthday to me, huh?

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