trauma's since our arrival in Perth.
That being resitting my practical driver's
licence assessment. Yes, South African
licence's are not worth the much here. Worth
bugger all in fact.
Who knows why - 3 years
ago one could simply do the theory test and
convert to a West Australian licence.
But then who knows if word got out that people
in Gugs were buying their licences using Black
Label or something.
When I did mine ... ahem .... 2o years' ago, as I
mentioned, it was not easy for moi. Driving lessons were dreaded by those who took me for them. Including my sister in her mini cooper(who used to charge me R2 - still had the blue notes then - per lesson) and who I used to end up screaming at "Stop telling me what to do!!!"...forgetting that that was the whole point of the exercise.
The first time I went to do my driver's, I almost turned up three lanes of
oncoming traffic in the centre of Cape Town
and so that exam lasted about 2 minutes before
being ordered back to the depot by the traffic
cop sitting nervously in the passenger seat.
2nd time, my dear mother had bought me my
beloved Beetle (if THAT car could've talked!)
and I failed because I had some trouble doing
hillstarts. Think I gave the poor guy
whiplash. He gave me about 20 tries but it all
ended in vain.
On the 3rd time I finally passed. "You don't
drive too bad," the cop said. "You don't drive
too good, but you don't drive too bad."
So imagine the humiliation last week when I
actually failed my assessment here in Perth.
Reason? I didn't check my blindspots. Well,
damn lucky there's been nothing in those
blindspots in the last 20 years, hey?
So this morning in the pouring rain in rush
hour traffic, I resat the exam. And thanks to
the sweet man who took me today....I HAVE MY
LICENCE!!!!!
None so relieved as my dear husband who had to
live through the tears and tantrums (and
really bad language) that comes with NOT
passing.
And all this at 8.5 months pregnant!! Just as well we don't need a licence to have a baby....
Shooe.
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