Like a month ago I had very weird days at the one (Thai) restaurant where I work now because my one (chubby) (Thai) coworker and my one (newer) (taller) (Thai) coworker had driver's tests and needed the day off for that -- what a good day to work a double, I observed, since it would keep me off the streets -- and, it turns, out I mentioned this over the phone to my mother, and she was like, "Did I ever tell you that story about my driver's license?".
She hadn't, and as she told it, years ago when she was living in a different state temporarily because of her job at that time -- I think this was the early 70s? -- she looked into transferring her driver's license, but you had to get re-tested, and she decided to go through with it, even though the rumor was was that they were super super tough there.
And, she flunked the test.
Then, as she gets home, what does she see on the passenger seat of her car, but the wallet of the driving instructor, it had fallen out onto the seat when he was sitting there during her exam, and neither he nor she had noticed it when he had gotten up and left the car after it was all over.
So, she called up the DMV right away about the wallet, and the guy got on the phone and mentioned that when she returned the wallet, she could retake the test.
"Like he would pass you?", I was like.
"Yes," she was like.
"So did he?", I was like.
"No," she said. "I thought, 'Screw you,' so I just returned the wallet and I didn't take the test and I just kept my [home state] driver's license and used that."
"What?!", I was like.
"He was going to pass me now?", my mom was like. "No, what nonsense, screw you."
. . .
(I really see myself in this story, in terms of where a lot of my character has come from. It's eerie.)
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