My driver's test was scheduled for today. Friday, April 3rd, 2009. I drove up to the DMV this afternoon at around 1:00 PM feeling excited and nervous for a moment that I have waited eight long years to come to fruition. It made me feel like some saucy villain that was finally able to watch the evil master plan fall into place. Finally, I was going to gain independence and perhaps be eternally free from the bus system. At last, the hated thought of being stuck far from home late at night and having to be shuttled around by somebody's parents in the wee hours of the morning were going to end. Finally, my ever-growing collection of renewed driver's permits could be tucked away and forgotten forever, and my chances of employment were going to increase tenfold.
But no. No it's just not possible even after five different driving test appointments and eight years of waiting to just drive around and obtain a little card.
By the time I got to the DMV, my father checked the glove compartment and found no registration. Well isn't that just excellent. Not only was I unable to take my test, but I was driving both ways ILLEGALLY anyways.
My stepmom had taken the registration out of the car in order to do tax returns. It's not her fault. Really it's mine because I should've checked, no matter how much one thinks one can assume that the registration never leaves the car under any circumstances.
Still...I am angry. Which is rare because I have about one of the longest fuses known to man. But REALLY. EIGHT YEARS. My test has been rescheduled for next week. Until then...I will be a grumpy person.
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