Behind the wheel (and other realizations)

I feel it necessary to vent about a subject that used to be near and dear to my heart. The ol' driving jokes.

Okay, I understand, I'm not the best driver. Honestly, I have no idea how I passed my driver's test. That's a lie, I do know how. I slept through my first one with mean old Christensen, and my second one involved a lady who talked about my hair the whole time, not even watching me.

So believe me when I say that I know already. Really I do.

Some people aren't blessed in that area and I sure am not.

Take for example, the Christmas dance. It was a blast, but they asked me to drive. Fine, I will. I was pulling out after the dance, and rammed right into the car behind us. Nice. Luckily there was no damage. I was about to shout a swear word when I looked around and saw all the special needs kids watching me.. Shoot!! I yelled....20 times..

What makes this even better is this guy came up to me while I was all distressed and said;
"I'm really not all that surprised Nicky"
upset, and slightly offended, I responded; " well you've never seen my driving, so how would you know?!"
"Nicky, I was in the car when you drove us to Harvest. You went over like 10 curbs. We almost died twice!"
"Yeah... well....uh, it was more like 3 curbs...and..."
"You can slap me if you want."
Then I proceeded to slap him. (Lightly, I'm not that mean.)

So yup, trust me, if you're a bad driver, it's okay.
Just take this lovely tip:
Don't drive with people in your car.
Then they will know the truth.

<3
Nicky