Aug 25, 2004 11:22
My dad and I got up early and were parked in the space at the DOL and I was so ready to kick the test in the butt.
Sitting in the parking lot doing a check-off of the things you need to take the test.
Me: "Permit"
Me: "Check"
Me: "proof of registration?"
Dad: "Check"
Me: "Proof of liability insurance"
Dad: "......"
To make a long story short, I didn't get to take my test because we went back to get the proof of insurance and when we got back all the spots were filled all day long so I get to wait till september fourteenth to take my license. Maybe God hasn't found a guardian angel for me yet.
I'm frustrated, dissapointed, and trying to bring myself to not be mad at my dad anymore. He was supposed to bring it but I shouldn't be mad at him. I guess I'm not mad just frustrated.