SO, MY SON, NICK, AT THE RIPE AGE OF 15 (HOW IN THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN????) HAS HIS PERMIT. NOT HIS GUN PERMIT, OR HIS HUNTING PERMIT, WHICH WOULD PROBABLY BE A SAFER BET, BUT YES, HIS DRIVER'S PERMIT. FIRST OFF, CONGRATS! IT'S A BIG DAY IN THE LIFE OF A HORMONE CHARGED TEEN TO GET TO DRIVE. (ALBEIT WITH A PARENT, BUT HEY, YOU'RE DRIVING!!)
SO, NOW HE GETS TO BE HIS MOM'S PERSONAL DRIVER, AND SHE GET TO JUST SIT BACK AND RELAX AND LET HIM TAKE HER PLACES... IN BETWEEN REMINDING HIM OF SPEED LIMITS, RED LIGHTS AND THAT OLD WOMAN IN THE CROSSWALK... i REMEMBER WHEN i GOT MINE. ONCE I PASSED THE TEST, IT WAS SIMPLE THAT I KNEW EVERYTHING. TEENS DO..THAT'S WHY YOU SHOULD HIRE THEM WHILE THEY STILL KNOW IT ALL....
A YEAR OF DRIVING WITH MOM WAS LONG AND STRESSFUL. ONCE I GOT MY REAL LICENCE THOUGH, I WAS ALL TO EAGER TO RUN ERRANDS, AND GO HERE AND THERE AND EVERYWHERE...MOM WOULD SAY, "I NEED SOME MILK"...I WAS OUT THE DOOR WITH THE CAR KEYS...THIS LASTED ABOUT A MONTH, AND THEN I REALIZED THAT PARENTS DO THIS ON PURPOSE...IT'S PAYING OUR DUES TO BE THE PERSONAL DELIVERY GUY FOR YOUR PARENTS WHEN YOU GET YOUR LICENCE. AS IT WILL BE WITH NICK I AM SURE. HE COMES TO TENNESSEE THIS SUMMER ARMED WITH HIS PERMIT. THANK GOD I HAVE A VOLVO...A ROLLING TANK. I LOOK FORWARD TO BEING DRIVEN AROUND! SOMEONE PASS THE MUSCLE RELAXERS!
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
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