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Note to self
Sunday, 30 July 2006 16:17Note to self: Your mother's boyfriend drives a towtruck. Your mother's boyfriend can manuever that towtruck into places you couldn't fit a geo metro, and put a car on the back before pulling out of the spot you couldn't fit a geo metro in.
When your mother's boyfriend tells you to stay off the white line in that loud, angry voice it is because you have drifted there repeatedly and he doesn't want you to die.
When he says good job at the end he means it. He really does.
***For those of you who don't know I'm returning to driving lessons after a year of not being behind the wheel. I took two trips around an abandoned parking lot and then he said drive us home. The way to home involves turning out onto a windy road where the speed limit is 45. I wavered between 25 and 45, accidentally hitting 50 once. The man behind us must have thought I was a loon. Also, I am having a love affair with the white line. Shh, don't tell the yellow line. He's a jealous feller.
When your mother's boyfriend tells you to stay off the white line in that loud, angry voice it is because you have drifted there repeatedly and he doesn't want you to die.
When he says good job at the end he means it. He really does.
***For those of you who don't know I'm returning to driving lessons after a year of not being behind the wheel. I took two trips around an abandoned parking lot and then he said drive us home. The way to home involves turning out onto a windy road where the speed limit is 45. I wavered between 25 and 45, accidentally hitting 50 once. The man behind us must have thought I was a loon. Also, I am having a love affair with the white line. Shh, don't tell the yellow line. He's a jealous feller.
