But don’t worry, the Moet is chilling in the fridge and as soon as this work week comes to an end I will put on my new shoes and dance all the way to happy land now that I FINALLY have my Italian driver’s license 🙂
Whew! I don’t think it has quite sunk in yet to be honest.
Yesterday’s big event started at 2 pm. I saw that the examiner had a ponytail and music symbol necklace. My first thought was cool. I dig long hair on guys so maybe this will all be ok.
Then I watched him in action…he drilled everyone with tough questions and I was shaking in my shoes. Crap! What if I can’t answer? I’ve come so far on this journey. Sigh. I waited for him to go through 12 other students. Back to me and he actually spoke English! Yay!
Then we all had to drive in the parking lot…he said, “make a U-turn”. I said ok, and then after I did it he said I should have driven past the curve and made the turn further ahead. Feck! Dude, “We’re in a parking lot!”. Suddenly, Mr. Ponytail man was no longer my friend. He was a washed up wannabe musician who sold out for a cushy government job and I wanted to poke his eyes out with the car key.
The entire episode lasted three freakin’ hours! I was getting more and more agitated and thought for sure I was never going to get this nightmare out of my life for good.
Finally, it was my turn to drive on the highway. I gave myself a little pep talk and decided to hell with all the crap and nervousness drama. I’m going to drive like I have been driving for the past 30 years and this guy can kiss my ass if he doesn’t like it.
At one point, I could feel the car pull a bit and I’m sure that my teacher was hitting the brake pedal on his side! Urrrghhhh! Then I saw him put his hands on his head like oh crap, what the feck is she doing? I passed cars on the highway and zipped in and out of lanes like it was my last chance to ever drive again.
I had finally reached my boiling point where I thought geez, if there’s one thing I’m sure about, it’s my ability to drive! I’ve driven a Formula 200 on a race track for Christ’s sake! I bet Mr. Ponytail has never done that! We returned to the parking lot where I awaited my fate…
Mr. Ponytail man handed me my new, shiny pink license. I thanked him for speaking in English with me and got the hell out of there as fast as I could.
With a splitting headache and a two hour English lesson ahead of me, I downed two beers and a bag of potato chips to celebrate. Thank God my friends and family were praying for me, by gosh there were certainly some very patient angels on my side yesterday!
Today I test drove a 1970 FIAT 500, Better known as a cinquecento (chink weh chen toe). They don’t go fast but they’re so darn cute!
So look out people, I’m on my way to some fun times in a shiny red car that I think has my name on it 😉