You Win Some, You Lose Some

For all of my faithful readers who took the time to read my last entry, you’ll know that I had an appointment to re-take my G License Drive Test earlier this morning. First of all, let’s get something straight: Paul Ritter does not get nervous. Nevertheless, I found myself being somewhat nervous for this driving test (I wasn’t nervous at all the first time I took it, and I figure the reason was because I had failed the first time). Anyways, I woke up this morning with quite a nasty feeling in not only my stomach, but also my bowels (yes, I went there). To my displeasure, the feeling did not go away after having a shower or eating, but my appointment was scheduled just before lunch and there was really nothing else I could do but do it anyways, regardless of how I felt. On top of not feeling well, it seemed like things just weren’t going my way all morning; I parked in the same place as I did when I did the test for the first time, and went in to go sign the papers, but to my surprise, the Drive Test Centre was no longer there! So I went into SportChek next door (meanwhile, time is ticking away) and asked the sullen-faced employees behind the desk where it had been moved to. After discovering that it had been moved to the complete other side of the mall (in less than two weeks, might I point out), I booked it across the parking lot and signed the forms as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, they had yet a new spot for vehicles to park, so once again I ventured back across the vast lot of parking to my Jetta and hauled-ass over to their dedicated parking spots. I must have waited for about 15-20 minutes before I saw another car approach and pull into the spot beside me. As I looked into the car, I was both shocked and appalled to find that the drive tester was the same broad that I had when I took the test for the first time (the very one that failed me). Needless to say I was pretty upset, as I was expecting a repeat of my previous performance. As she left the vehicle, the driver got out and wished me “good luck” and we got into a discussion about how she had failed me the previous time and how she had just failed him on his G1 Exit Test. After a few more minutes of waiting (more…)