A: Hello man yes We have our permits!
'Tis much awesome very yay
Me: I know yaaaayyy!
A: I can see my face on a card
It feels like a license but it's not
Me: We should write haikus.
My face is on it
it feels like a real lisence
i know it is not
A: Aww it's so sad
This is my haiku
I got an LP
And it's da bomb diggity
What else does it do?
Me: I like to think that
when I'm alone with my LP
it can hear my thoughts
LP is one syllable.
A: Correction:
Zoe knows nothing
LP is 2 syllables
Anna wins again
Me: LP is like "ulp"
the COOLEST way to say it
think twice when with LP
A: "Ulp is spelled like that^
LP is a different thing
Zoe is a lie
Me: Back to the subject
Next time I use my LP
i ulp in yo face
A: My card is sturdy
It can slap one in the face
Next it might be you
Me: But I'm too sneaky
i make you an LP cake
and you take a bite
A: Anna senses this
I shall eat no cake of yours
You should give up now
Then it kind of teetered off, far from the topic of interest at this point.
Who's wondering what it's like to get a learner's permit? Anyone?
Well....
It began with a few solid days of reading the driver's manual, which was lengthy and pretty self-explanatory. We then arrived at the Motor Vehicle Place to take a test (required to get a permit) and hand over all of our precious and personal information. The Motor Vehicle Place was far from glamorous. A wide expanse of metal benches stretched across linoleum flooring. Fluorescent lights above. Prints of old automobiles were framed on the walls, to remind everyone why they were there.
We all, being teens and adults alike, were assigned a number. Appointment-making isn't the Motor Vehicle Place's style, so we all sat with our little paper number and waited to be called. Pleasant music accompanied several computer screens around the room, which attempted to amuse us with random facts about celebrities. Numbers were called frequently, but there were so many. I waited an hour and a half before mine was called.
Now sitting in a cubicle, my eyes were checked and my photo was taken. The cubicle lady sent me to a line in the back of the room which had been there all along, composed of people who's numbers had already been called. They waited to take the test, and so did I.
Bored yet? Not yet!
My test was on a computer touch screen, operating at poky speed. I found myself vigorously tapping each button with my finger, to the point of looking crazy. My photo was placed on the side of the screen, along with a timer that counted down. I had exactly fifteen minutes to take the test and would be aware of it, gosh darnit. These may have been what made me bolt through each (fairly easy) question and barely pass. But I PASSED!
It's nothing anyone can't do.
Congrats! Rite of passage accomplished! That LP is mighty fine.
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