Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Conspiracy Theory

I opened the door and flung myself into the passenger seat, slouching down as far as my long legs would allow. Without a word, I shook my head, then folded my arms across my chest, completely dejected.
"What happened?" my mother asked.
I didn't want to answer, preferring to let tears do the talking. But the tears wouldn't come. Shock coupled with disbelief and disappointment left me numb. It wasn't real, it couldn't be. I was in the middle of a bad dream and I would wake up to realize my day was only beginning, instead of wimpering to an end.
"Liz!"
"I didn't get it," I mumbled. I didn't want to offer any other details. Details would mean it actually happened.
We rode home in silence, interrupted by my mother's occassional listless attempts to cheer me up. "You can try again in a couple weeks," "It's not the end of the world," and blah blah blah.
I walked in the house and headed straight for my room, bypassing my father's reclining form planted on the sofa in front of the family room televsion. Hiding under my covers, I could hear my parents discussing me. The comforter covering my head wasn't enough to drown out their voices. Their voices kept me from convincing myself it was all a dream. And dreams overtook my addled brain when denial rocked me to sleep.
"Lizzie!!" my father bellowed. "Telephone."
My eyes opened to darkness and the familiar thunder of Daddy's voice. Comprehension came quickly and I staggered to the phone in my parent's bedroom.
"Hello," I croaked.
"Did you get it?" Jailbait asked, her tone breathless with anticipation.
"Nope."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Dead ass," I replied.
"What happened this time?" she inquired.
Coming to terms with the reality of the situation, I provided the details I had previously been unwilling to give. "Some crap about speeding in a school zone! I didn't even see a freakin school."
Laughter was her response. Uncontrollable, side splitting, hiccuping laughter.
"Oh shut up," I snapped.
"Umm, Liz how many times have you failed your road test now?"
"Only five, and one of them doesn't count," I said with as much dignity as I could muster.

While I was consistently ahead of the majority of my peers in the classroom, when it came to earning the right to operate a motor vehicle, I was quite remedial. Like every other teenager across the country, I looked forward to my 16th birthday, determined to head down to the DMV to take the first step towards vehicular independence. I counted the days and perused the drivers manual. Four way stops, first come first serve, unless there was a tie, then the car to the right has the right of way. Signal when changing lanes. Always wear a safety belt. I mastered the basics and prayed the test was multiple choice. Sweet sixteen arrived with moderate fanfare and I was all too happy to jump into Mommy's station wagon when she said, "I have some place to take you." To my dismay, instead of pulling into the DMV, she took me to the local McDonald's to fill out a job application. Happy fuckin birthday to me.

My learner's permit didn't come for another eight months. Armed with a not quite license to drive, I was ready to learn how to navigate the side streets, avenues, and highways. Unfortunately, my parents weren't quite ready to teach me. Too chicken shit to get behind the wheel with me, they insisted that I take driver's ed, like my older brother did before me. With an after school job and an overflowing activity calendar, driver's ed just wouldn't fit. Whenever I tried to explain to the parental units that building the perfect high school resume to get me into the perfect top tier school didn't leave time for driver's education, they told me I could wait until my summer vacation to take the course. That plan would have worked, if I didn't go away to an 8 week summer program two days after school was released.

The first day of 12th grade, it dawned on me that I was the only senior still riding the bus to school. I spent the entire year begging and bitching at my parents to teach me to drive. Over time they relented enough to sit white knuckled in the passenger seat as I drove their cars two miles down the road to my part time job at the local supermarket. It was difficult to learn with my mother gasping at every sign of acceleration and my father shouting whenever I hit the breaks. Changing lanes was never allowed.

I graduated high school with an honors diploma, but no driver's license. Hollow promises of driver's ed still sprung from my parents' mouths, even though I left for college the day after graduation. Two brutally sweltering months of trekking across a mountainous college campus strengthened my determination. As God as my witness I would never walk uphill again. I called home and convinced my parents I was ready to take the road test. The fact that I hadn't been behind the wheel in over 60 days wasn't an issue. I could signal, I could turn, I could start the car and stop it too. The only thing I couldn't do was parallel park, but after a conversation or two with my licensed friends I figured that was something I could learn to do 20 minutes before the test. Tired of the harassment, my parents relented and allowed me to schedule my test for early August, when I would be home for a break between summer session and the official first semester of freshman year.

Test day arrived. 30 minutes before my appointment, I had my father set up two garbage cans roughly 15 feet apart. I threw his car in reverse, backing up past the makeshift parking space, then tried to maneuver into the spot driving forward. Not quite parallel parking. On the third attempt I was ejected from the drivers seat when I tried to put the car in park without first coming to a complete stop. It was a sign of things to come.

The test began smoothly. I remembered to buckle my seat belt before I touched anything. I put the key in the ignition, made sure to check my blind spot, then pulled the car onto the road.
"Make a right turn here," the man instructed.
I turned on my blinker and easily turned the corner.
"Okay, stop here and make a left turn."
Left turn completed. Next.
"Alright, now you see that car up ahead. Parallel park behind it."
The moment of truth. I pulled up alongside the wide body GM car and shifted the gear to reverse. My foot eased off the brake, and the car rolled backwards.
"You didn't check over your shoulder for oncoming traffic," the man chided.
Strike one. I backed up past the parking space and tried to ease into a parallel position from drive.
"No, you have to back into the space. Try again."
Strike Two.
I sidled up next to the marker car again and reversed right past the parking space once again.
Strike Three.
"Okay, let's stop. You can drive back to the DMV now."
One left turn and a right turn later I was back where I started. I looked at the keeper of my fate expectantly.
"I'm sorry, but you didn't pass."
"But why?"
"You couldn't parallel park. You have to parallel park to pass," he explained.
Oh. Shit!

Over the next year and a half I trudged back to that DMV four more times with the same result. Parallel parking screwed me up during the second test too, but I'm not such a moron that I made the same mistake twice. I got into the parking spot just fine, but almost hit the car in front of me on the way out. That didn't piss the tester off nearly as much as missing a stop sign and almost hitting a pedestrian. I'd never seen anyone get out of a car so quickly. On my third attempt, I was sure I had passed. I parallel parked and avoided hitting anyone in a crosswalk. Unfortunately, two dangerous actions prevented the conferrance of a license upon me that day. I was positive the fourth time would be the charm, but I wasn't even allowed into the car that overcast day when it was brought to my attention that corrective lenses were required for me to even turn on the engine. Who actually looks at what's on the back of the permit, anyway? While I assured the nice man that I didn't really need glasses to drive, he proved me wrong when he stood 10 feet away from me with an eye chart and asked me to read the bottom row. Ummm, N D Q....is that an H or a W...uhhh T...yeah T. Or not.

It was at this point that I started to think that maybe there were forces beyond my control operating in a covert mission to keep me from getting a license. Whoever heard of a dangerous action anyways? And was it really possible to fail a test without even putting the key in the ignition. I didn't think so. And most of all, why the hell should I have to parallel park. I live in the suburbs and have a driveway, so was it really necessary in order for me to pass the test? Someone, somewhere didn't want me driving. Nothing anyone could say could make me believe I wasn't a good driver, so what was the hold up. I was rapidly approaching my 20th birthday and I was still dependent on mommy and daddy for a ride to the mall on Friday night. Hell, even 17 year old Jailbait had her own car and could drive after nine.

After the fifth failure, I was even more convinced that there was a statewide DMW conspiracy to keep me off the road. Maybe someone wanted to see how many times my name could come up on the test schedule, just to get their jollies. Or maybe someone was jealous of my stellar three point turns. There are some sick individuals in this world. But good always triumphs over evil and in May 2000, I finally got my due. Five points from a failing score, I got my license! Nobody could ever keep me from driving again. That is until I got a very official looking letter in the mail 90 days later informing me that my license was suspended for non payment of a speeding ticket. CONSPIRACY!!!!!

18 comments:

Sober In the City said...

This little story explains a lot. Especially in regards to your prior post about the funky road trip to NY. Hmmmm...

FLS said...

Dear Brain Dump readers,

I must tell everyone how Liz pulled into an EMPTY McDonalds parking lot and pulled up too closely to and island and shredded her tire...did i mention the parking lot was EMPTY.

As a precaution make sure you wear florescent clothing while riding shotgun with Liz. She may accidentally run you over....yes in her own car.

If she could drive as good as she writes, she'd be in NASCAR.

Love ya,
MWAH!!

Cece said...

Oh Honey... I passed my road test the first time like 2 weeks after I turned 16. My mom taught me to drive when I was 15 and I would later take(steal) the car and roadtrip it 1 1/2 hours to NYC with 2 friends.. no learners permit or anything..15!! After that the road test parallel parking included seemed like a joke. When were in NYC I can give you lessons ;-)I charge by the hour and the accident.


PS. I have been waiting for FLS to return as I have been quoting him nonstop since he posted 2 things previously:
1. My d*ck does't say Yamaha..stop ridin' (F*cking Hilarious)
2. Game is still game..even when it goes into extra innings.
(Why did noone ever tell me this??)
I'll leave it at that as I wouldn't want anyone to think I was *ahem* ridin'

Rev. Smokin Steve said...

I didn't even bother to take my test until I was 18. But I passed it first try.

That, and I had a old man driving instructor who for some reason liked to call me "sweetheart" as he was teaching me to navigate the cones.

mollymcmommy said...

first i gotta say:
1. My d*ck does't say Yamaha..stop ridin' ...........OMG I LOVE THAT! its too freakin funny!

i failed my first driving test too, and even after i got it i think they made a mistake :)

thats why i totally agree there must have been a conspiracy against you, maybe the planets were aligned wrong or something :)

m

Rebelioness said...

Yeah, I, too was wondering about FLS's whereabouts, but I don't want to make this about him lest "Lizzie" get jealous. I digress...

Did I tell you about the time Liz lost her right sideview mirror driving down my block in the Bronx? Oh no, she didn't missplace it, she knocked it up against an object (was it another car or a pole, Liz?) she had no business driving so DANGEROUSLY close. Ghetto does not describe how bootlegged her (Dad's) car looked with a taped up mirror...

I'm finally comfortable riding with Liz (in the back seat with armored gear on); but let's just say I don't buy the whole conspiracy theory. I still can't believe you passed!

mollymcmommy said...

was duct tape used? that stuff is awesome, used it on my bumper once.

m

Wayne Allen Sallee said...

I can't add anything here, Liz. I enjoyed reading it and I can't wait for you to finish the novel.

Leah said...

My brother is one of the smartest people I know, and he failed his driving test twice. Conspiracy!

Sober In the City said...

By the way... First drivers test, passed the driving, failed the written. Second test, failed the driving. Third time is a charm...

Diane Mandy said...

Great post! I took my driving test in rural Virgnia. There was exactly one on ramp, one off ramp, and one stop light in the entire county! Needless to say, there was also no parallel parking during the test. However in defense of my driving "test" and rural drivers, we did need to be prepared to dodge the occasional cow now and .

chris said...

Great post. I passed my test on the first try. I grew up in the country in Georgia so I started driving at a very young age.

The Chronic Curmudgeon said...

It took me three tries to pass my exam too. Not that this is any consoltation to you, but at least you're not alone.

tilda said...

So I have a skydiving license and a bartenders license.. But NO driving license.

Darling look at this way, some people are just created to be chauffeured.

But first I need to find change for the bus...

jailbait said...

hahahahahahahahaahahhhahhahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahah

After all these years, this story still makes me laugh

hahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

jailbait said...

I'm sorry, I had to laugh long and hard...

"I'm finally comfortable riding with Liz" rebelioness....be careful OK? I'm still not comfortable riding with Liz...she's a mad woman on the road! Makes you think if there was even a raccoon..

Rebelioness said...

I know, JB, I don't buy the raccoon story either!!!! =D

missbhavens said...

Aw, so you failed a few times! At least you had the spirit to get right back on that horse and keep trying!

I, myself, have never even tried. Yes, it's true. I'm 36 and I do not know how to drive. I did, however, renew my learner's permit for the third time last year...count 'em: I've had a learners permit over 10 years.

I'm hoping that 2006 is my big year.

I don't expect to pass on the 1st, 2nd, 3rd or 4th tries. or even the 5th, really.