I hauled my ass over to Oshawa today to take my driver’s test… yes, 11 years after I have been able to. You would think that after 27 years of watching people drive, I would have known all the answers to their inane questions, but of course no. I scored perfect on my sign knowledge, which of course isn’t really that hard, since they are more or less self explanatory. On the road rules portion, i scored 15/20, one short of passing the test. Well fuck me. I can take the test again tomorrow, and it will only cost me $10, so I guess I’ll be reading up on the stupid rules.
I walked home from the testing place, which took about an hour ish. I probably didn’t make a great decision with that, as I thought I was going to pass out in the 30 degree sunlight.
Only three sleeps until we are in the Soo.
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