I DIDN'T PUKE

So anyway, I finally decided that it was time to get my British driver's licence. You can only drive on your American one for a year, which doesn't really make sense to me, since your first year is when you are bound to be the least used to the roads over here and, therefore, the worst driver. But there you go.

So. I took the theory test a couple of months ago, and passed, so today was the day I took my practical test, which I did over my lunch hour.

It was funny, because my instructor and I had agreed that, since my test was at 1:35, she would pick me up at 12:30 and we could practice all of the things they might test me on, and I could be "warmed up" in her car before the test. So I waited...and waited...and finally called her at 1:00.

She had completely spaced (which is very unlike her) and had somehow gotten it into her head that she was picking me UP at 1:30. Oy! So she rushed over, and we sped like mad to the test center, with her driving.

Which means I arrived feeling like I was going to throw up any second.

Incidentally, I wasn't angry or anything, because my brain goes blank all of the time, and that's exactly the sort of thing I'd do.

At any rate, I passed! And I did not puke on the instructor's shoes even once. So all in all, I think that can be classified as success.