It all started on Wednesday morning, the morning of her 2 hour training in a town 45 minutes away -- the exact same location and people who gave her the assessment this morning. And Re-Re's employers had paid for a taxi to take her both to and from, both mornings.
Waiting for her after work on Wednesday, she came back completely frazzled and worried that she wouldn't pass the assessment. So, minutes after she returned and vented a bit, we were on the phone, calling a taxi to get us to a rental car place so that Re-Re could practice some more in an automatic (her transmission of choice). Unfortunately, she booked it with the same taxi company giving her the two other rides, a point I'll get back to.
We got the car ok and practiced a bit last night in the rain, and there were no big problems. Still a little worried with roundabouts, but nothing big. But not sufficiently satisfied, Re-Re
declared she'd wake up at all of 5am -- yes, that's 5 in the morning -- to practice some more. Being the supportive friend I am, I said I'd wake up with her to help her practice. This morning was a little different though. We started driving, and Re-Re told me to grade her just like a driving instructor. I had to fail her ass when a) she starting driving in a lane for oncoming traffic, and b) when she entered a roundabout and I screamed, "Jesus, watch out!" right as another car was about to leave its hood ornament in our back seat. Luckily, Re-Re was paying enough attention to flee the scene....
That was it for the morning training; Re-Re had had enough -- we returned home to wait for the 7:15am taxi (so that Re-Re could make it to the other town by 8am exactly). At 7:20, she called and they said they'd sent the second pre-paid taxi the night before -- our ride to get the rental car, and actually we paid cash for that. Frustrated, I said I'd drive her ass to a place I've never been to and get her there in time. In the rain. Even with a few wrong turns, I got her there, what, 10 minutes late? Damn I'm good.
A few cigarettes (Re-Re wants me to say "fags" here, which I refuse) and two hours later, I returned to see that she'd actually PASSED the assessment. She was allowed 15 errors and committed a mere 9. Ok, she's no Jeff Gordon, but she did do damn well. She never believed me when I said she could do it. But the guy said she'd improved a lot -- I told her "you're welcome" with a cheeky-ass grin on my face.
I am the bomb!! Yup Yup!!! I am going to pop my collar one time. Hehehehe
British Words Learned:
1. Fag- Cigarette
2. Cheeky- making an audacious statment
3. Wingey- Whiny
Differences:
1. Instead of all the traffic lights that yall are accustomed to in the States, there are more Roundabouts here than lights. Roundabouts are used to allow the traffic to flow at a steady pace, opposed to sitting at a light waiting. Getting on and off roundabouts are the tricky part while keeping in mind to watch for the traffic coming from the right. So be warned Americans...
2. There is a traffic sign for migrating frogs. If your French you can stop by the road if some are crossing and have meal. LOL!
3. Titties in the newspaper. (The Critter has termed the arrival of the newspaper "The Sun" as: Every morning comes morning wood.) Read into that however you want. I know...he is a bit hard up.
