Okay, so today I tried to take my driving test.
...And didn't make it out of the parking lot. v.v
First, I got this b***h of a Highway Patrol officer.
Her voice tended to be kind of soft, so I didn't understand her sometimes.
Second, no one had told me how to turn on the damn headlights in my dad's car.
Then, she counted off for me 'not checking for traffic', and not using a turning signal when no one was in the damn parking lot.
I kind of wished I'd crashed and killed her, to be honest.
Then, I couldn't remember which side of the road Americans drive on.
(In my defense, I tend to remember things flipped, where things like driving on the right is remembered as driving on the left.)
After I noticed the stop sign, I started to get into the right lane, but she said I'd 'lost control of the car'.
Why didn't I crash? I'd have been doing the world a favour.
Mum says we're not moving to Britain so I can actually drive, and yet wants to seriously help me.
I don't see how that's possible, unless I can managed to convince this enitre backwards Bloody United Bloody States of Damned Bloody America to suck it up and drive on the left like normal people!!!
(And while I'm at it, they can learn the bloody metric system too, I can't convert. X|)
So, here it was, my first test, and I got stuck with a b***h.
And everyone wonders why people hate the police. Pfft.
~Nuit out.
 nuit_douce · Fri Jul 10, 2009 @ 02:06am · 0 Comments |
