Tuesday, 10th of March. Jean staggered out of bed at the ridiculously early time of 9am. Or at least it seemed ridiculously early to the semi-conscious Dave watching her.
Today she would take her practical driving test. She was a little nervous, but nothing major. Afterall, Dave couldn't laugh at her regardless of the outcome. How many times had Dave failed it? 4?!? Silly, silly boy.
Anywho, 9.30am and off she went. The hour before the test went well.
10.25am. She arrived at Norris Green test centre and sat down in a small little room with chairs lining both sides. The type of horrible little waiting room specially designed to make you fall apart with nerves. Jean kept her cool.
10.33am. Her examiner arrived, nice enough bloke. After checking the documents and passing the customary checks without issue it was time to start driving.
Driving. Check.
Reverse bay park. Check.
Turn in the road. Check.
Jean was nailing with perfection.
... and then it happened...
'My husband is sooo handsome.... I can just picture him... lying in bed at home... playing with his really big... teddy bear....'
While Jean's mind began to wander she almost drove onto the wrong direction of a dual carriage way.
'OH S*%T!!!! WE'RE GOING TO DIE!!!!' thought the examiner calmly as he pointed Jean in the right direction. Examiner took action. Automatic fail. Something Dave knew all too well.
'Damn it!' thought Jean, 'Why does Dave have to be soo damn sexy!?'
'Damn.'
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