Attention outdoor pets and trashcans: Be Afraid. Be Very Afraid.
I (very stupidly) mentioned to my cousins in passing that I don't drive (never learned how) and they were all like "Mija. That's like a fish who hasn't learned to swim!"
Ok, so being 24 years old and not knowing the gas gauge from the speedometer is just plain pathetic and sad. I know that driving in this day and age is a necessity, but the very idea freaks me out and scares me. I have the attention span of a toddler and anything with big honkin' headlights speeding towards me at 70 mph makes me want to curl into an eeny weeny ball and cry for my mama. But alas, the jump must be taken sooner or later ... or so I'm told.
Anyway, Mario (Margie's other half) has been taking some time out of his day to give me lessons in his 4X4. Bless his heart, he hasn't screamed for his life once (at least not yet) and has been nothing but patient with me.
MARIO: Ok, now press the gas gently -- no, gently. Not that fast ... much better ... stop driving with yur foot on the brake. Are you crying?
ME: *whimper*
MARIO: Don't be scared, it'll get easier the more you get used to it.
ME: *slows down to 10 mph when another car approaches straight ahead ... prays that the other car doesn't kill us ... or vice versa ... whimper*
MARIO: It's ok, Sweetheart. You're doing very well.
ME: You're the sweetest liar in the whole world. *whimper ... practices U-turns ... misses the pavement entirely*
MARIO: Honey, this ain't no 18-wheeler -- stay off the neighbor's lawn, and watch out for the ca -- WATCH OUT FOR THE CAT!
*SCREECH*
ME: OH MY GOD!!! -- did I kill it?!
MARIO: *looks back* He's ok!
ME: IhatethisIhatethisIhatethis!
MARIO: By the way, I should tell you that we have ten cops living in the neighborhood. Now let's try four-way stops, and don't sideswipe the recycle bins this time.
ME: O__O
Today's lesson: Driving on the the left side of the road anywhere outside the UK is a REALLY BAD IDEA =(
Ok, so being 24 years old and not knowing the gas gauge from the speedometer is just plain pathetic and sad. I know that driving in this day and age is a necessity, but the very idea freaks me out and scares me. I have the attention span of a toddler and anything with big honkin' headlights speeding towards me at 70 mph makes me want to curl into an eeny weeny ball and cry for my mama. But alas, the jump must be taken sooner or later ... or so I'm told.
Anyway, Mario (Margie's other half) has been taking some time out of his day to give me lessons in his 4X4. Bless his heart, he hasn't screamed for his life once (at least not yet) and has been nothing but patient with me.
MARIO: Ok, now press the gas gently -- no, gently. Not that fast ... much better ... stop driving with yur foot on the brake. Are you crying?
ME: *whimper*
MARIO: Don't be scared, it'll get easier the more you get used to it.
ME: *slows down to 10 mph when another car approaches straight ahead ... prays that the other car doesn't kill us ... or vice versa ... whimper*
MARIO: It's ok, Sweetheart. You're doing very well.
ME: You're the sweetest liar in the whole world. *whimper ... practices U-turns ... misses the pavement entirely*
MARIO: Honey, this ain't no 18-wheeler -- stay off the neighbor's lawn, and watch out for the ca -- WATCH OUT FOR THE CAT!
*SCREECH*
ME: OH MY GOD!!! -- did I kill it?!
MARIO: *looks back* He's ok!
ME: IhatethisIhatethisIhatethis!
MARIO: By the way, I should tell you that we have ten cops living in the neighborhood. Now let's try four-way stops, and don't sideswipe the recycle bins this time.
ME: O__O
Today's lesson: Driving on the the left side of the road anywhere outside the UK is a REALLY BAD IDEA =(