It would have been a tough day if you were a dust particle or a miscellaneous piece of tiny omgwhatthehellisthat on my floor, because if you were, you suffered from being severely devoured by my friend Purple Vacuum Cleaner. It clings to dust and yet adheres to...well, unfortunately, itself, which is muchly frustrating. Oh well.
It does also have another failing, which is that it doesn’t make for any quality segue opportunities into my taking the driving theory test.
Some low grade options included:
- “It sucked, but not as much as that one give way question”
- “Now I’m on the path to a set of wheels that doesn’t have a tubular attachment which collects everything it comes into contact with.”
...and my personal favourite:
- “It’s purple, but getting one question wrong made me blue.” <- that one’s also a LIE so uber craposity points go it it...well, a half lie.
So I’ll just plunge in. The actual adventures of Elizabeth’s Journey to Driving actually began last week, which involved a tram trip, West Wing DVDs, a Wikipedia t-shirt, and turning up seven minutes too late to Service SA.
They continue still.
Yesterday I went in, and was confronted by an unexpected kaleidoscope of feelings. Baffled frustration at the vast array of forms on offer. High level perplexedness at which service button I should press, and minor self damnation at getting one give way question wrong.
On the plus side, I did make a temporary fellow failer friend. This took me (though briefly) to alliterative heaven.
Ultimately there was passage. Second time’s a charm. However, phase 1 of the journey doesn’t end there. My severe lack of “proof of accommodation” ensures a third future voyage into the land of icanteventhinkofanamebecauseeverythingisratherthevague.
I can’t help but think it’s worth it however, if not purely to escape the “memories are made of this” experiences I keep getting on the tram, one such example, my being wedged between a wall and a woman with every possible nail filing utensil ever in her handbag, who proceeded to bring each one out one at a time and make the most appalling “squeak-scrratcha-SCRAWK!” noises, all to bring no visible change to her nails...
...bliss.
3 comments:
wow! i dun think i have ever heard of anyone having to endure so much and make 3 trips to get a learner lisence!! lols!!! awesome work!!!
When I went to get my Ps license, I had to go take in the form, which entailed a 30 minute wait. Then, because my driving instructor had put that I needed glasses for driving on the slip [I could get away with it...] and I put down that I didn't need it on my application form [cos parents insisted, and if you have it on there and they pull you over without them on BAM no license] they said I needed to have an optometrist check it, which meant I had to go book a visit with one of them and then go back with another, onger [40 minute] wait, only to find I didn't have the correct money [apparently you HAVE to buy at least 3 years on your license, even though they advertise just one year...] so I had to go get ore money from the bank, then another 30 minute wait until the surly s.o.b. took my photo - which, because he wouldn't let me smile, makes me look like an escaped convict. Sigh.
Yay for TransportSA!
It took me two tries to get my L's, because I failed a give way question too. Stupid give way questions. Ah well. At least we all fail on the SAME ONE. and at least you have it now!!!! :D I think...
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