I can't drive. This is common knowledge to many of you. I'm 27 years old, and I know approximately as much about driving as I do about tampon use. (For those in doubt, I don't know very much about tampon use)
So I figured it was about time to learn how to drive. Today I had my first lesson. First they drove me and a bunch of other students to the local DMV where we had our physicals. Eyesight, manual dexterity, all that jazz. I passed, which was actually a surprise. Then they drove us all back, and immediately decided to start me off with some parking and turning exercises.
Personally I thought it was rather risky of them to put me, a complete rookie, in control of a thousand-dollar machine that's well known for its susceptibility to crashing, but I do not question my teachers.
Anyway, by the end of the two hour session, I was turning and parking and cruising like a pro. You know that scene in the Iron Man movie, where Tony Stark tests out his repulsor boots, and after a successful test he lands and goes, "Yeah, I can fly"?
Yeah, I can drive.
Also, today I found a hole in my pocket, so apparently I'd been leaking money all over the place today.