First Time Driving
(A.K.A. Day my mom lost all faith in me)
"Mom, I'm 10 feet away from that other car. Just chill out."
"No. Absolutely not. Get out of the car. Now."
And that was pretty much sums up all you need to know about my driving experience.
6 Months Later
(Day of License Test. A.K.A. Day with mean old lady staring viciously at me from the passenger's seat, eyes darting to catch any and all mistakes)
"You need at least 80 hours of driving in the daylight---and 30 hours at night before you drive alone."
"Mom, are you kidding me? I passed the test, let me drive already!"
One Week Later
"Can I drive?"
"No. Not today."
Well, one question for you, how does she expect me to do over 100 hours of driving, if she never lets me drive?
Folks, meet my mother. She expects me to do the impossible. She "believes in me." Apparently not enough to let me take the wheel. Great.
Today, as I'm walking up to the DMV, the car keys feeling unnatural dangling from my hand, my mom turns to me,
"Don't be nervous, honey."
Right, don't be nervous, because I'm going to fail anyway.
She takes a seat on a sticky blue chair and waits for my number to be called, probably hoping there will be some sort of freak accident and it will be skipped over.
No such luck. "Number 6005 at counter 3"
I'm sure that that as I finished my test and pulled in (very crookedly) to a parking space, that my mom was praying that I had failed miserably and would have to wait at least another year before attempting the test again.
But, to my incredible surprise, I did pass.
Not that that changes anything, though. I still have 110 more hours of practice before I can actually drive without Mommy and Daddy next to me.
It's a long road of driving ahead, so look out highway, here I come!
And for the record, I was nowhere near that car.
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