- It's the day of my driving test. My husband (then boyfriend) spent many hours helping nervous me get ready for this test. His only concern was that I didn't get a certain driving inspector. She was known as "the Barracuda". He heard that she could unnerve the most confident driver with just a look or sarcastic comment. Since I tend to over think everything, he was afraid that I would not do well under her stern, analytic supervision. Well, it turned out that I did have the Barracuda. Gratefully, I passed. You should have seen the look on my future husband's face when I got out of the car. He was a wreck. He said that he actually said a prayer. If he broke into prayer, it really was a miraculous day!
- As I was backing out of the garage, I heard a huge BANG. Sudden sounds make me very jumpy. I had the 4 kids in the car, so I told them to get out ASAP. See how quick I think that the van is under some kind of military attack :) All I did was run over my son's favorite basketball. Once he realized that his ball was history, you should have heard how he "exploded" with whining and crying.
- My husband likes to be the driver. He is fidgety as the passenger when I'm driving. I tend to assume that he's evaluating my every move. One time as we were going down the road, he joked that I was going too slow. I thought that I was going at a fine, safe speed. He looks in the rear view mirror and reports, "Guess what? A bus is giving you the beams." Apparently, if someone gives you the "beams", it means that you are moving too slow for them. He thinks it's funny that I was slower than the bus. He believes that it is impossible to get the beams from a bus. Hey, maybe that bus driver thought he was Mario Andretti! I was providing a public service:)
Monday, May 18, 2009
Monday Memory Madness
Hi everyone! I'm playing Monday Memory Madness with Dani, over at Dani's Daily Drop. Today's task is to share car/driving memories.