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- [ The Driving Test ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "THE DRIVING TEST"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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- The old man in the passenger seat looked at me and wondered if I was not
- going to put on the seat belt. I explained that I was not going to wear that
- silly belt even if it was the last thing I ever did. Then I pulled in the
- reverse and sped out of the parking lot. When we reached the city I made
- sure that the speed did not drop below 100 mph.
- The old man thought it was the devil himself that drove the damn car,
- but it was only me. Now and then I covered my eyes with both my hands and
- yelled "Look! No hands!" I tried to hit an oncoming car, but the lame
- driver in it turned to the right and crashed into a shopping window instead.
- I sighed and decided not to stop for a red light. We missed a police car
- by two inches and the old man puked in his lap. I sure hoped he did not soil
- my driving license that he had his portfolio.
- After a while I demanded that the man would give me a bag that I had
- placed in the back seat. He refused and begged me to stop, so I had to
- cover my eyes again.
- "Give me the bag, la la la, give me the bag, la la la!" I sang while
- pressing the pedal to the metal.
- We managed to reach 120 mph before the old man quickly hurled himself to
- the back seat and grabbed the bag. When I got it, I opened it and revealed a
- huge bottle of fine swedish vodka. I gulped down several ounces of the
- strong liquid. Then I turned to the old man and offered him some. He said
- no. How childish.
- "You see," I said, "I drive much better when I'm drunk."
- "Oh, really?" he replied with fear in his eyes.
- We had been on the road for ten minutes and I figured that it was time
- for a smoke. I controlled the car with my knees as I rolled me a fine joint.
- "Why drink and drive when you can smoke and fly?" I said and laughed.
- The old man did not laugh.
- "Oh, I see that you prefer pills!" I said when he threw over a dozen of
- them into his mouth. "My heart..." he gasped.
- "No need to worry my friend," I said, "This will be over soon."
- As I had expected, two police cars began to chase us. The streets were
- pretty crowded with cars, so I had to drive on the sidewalk. We trashed
- several mail boxes, news paper stands and phone booths. The lame police men
- obviously could not take the heat because they crashed after just a couple
- of minutes. What a drag.
- Now it was time for the Grand Finale. I left the streets and entered a
- shopping center with the car. Customers threw themselves to the sides,
- shelves and products flew in all directions. When everything seemed to be
- completely destroyed, I left the place through a window.
- The time was up, so I returned to the driving school and parked the car.
- "Did I pass?" I asked.
- The old man stared at me as if I was some kind of maniac.
- "WHAT? HOW THE HELL CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!?" he screamed. "OF COURSE YOU
- DID NOT PASS! MY GOD, I HAVE NEVER EVER IN MY WHOLE LIFE EXPERIENCED... SUCH
- AN EXPERIENCE! GET OUT OF THE CAR! GO AWAY! I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"
- "I failed?"
- "YES! YES! YES! OUT! OUT!"
- I stepped out. The old man crawled out of the car and tore the portfolio
- to pieces, while humming some old tune. My driving license fell to the
- ground. The old man picked it up and was about to rip it in half when I
- asked: "So, what time next week?"
- "WHAT?"
- "Next week. I'll come back next week and try again. What time?"
- The man became silent. His mouth opened and his tongue fell out. Drool
- dripped over his shirt. Then he handed me the license and begged me not
- to come back again. With joy in my heart, I returned home to tell mom that
- I passed the test, and that I was now to be considered a mature and safe
- driver.
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