And the troubles continue

I missed my first driving test yesterday. How? Because I did not check my friggin’ phone for messages for the whole of the previous day. The look on my instructor’s face , when I told her why ,was priceless. Her eyes almost popped as she clutched her mobile phone, with a half finished text message, close to her chest .
Why on earth do you own a mobile phone? she yelled in her crazy shrill voice.
Why isn’t there more than a day’s notice for tests? I muttered under my breath, fervently hoping she hadn’t heard what I just said. Trust me, you never want to counter an irate arab female, especially the piece of work who sat right beside me. Never look at them straight in the eyes either. Their eyes have the power to bore a hole through your very soul.
The next couple of minutes had me staring at the wheel, mortified, while she gestured wildly at all her instructor friends to come over to our car. Next thing I knew it was all shrieks and gasps while she rattled on in arabic about my gross stupidity. Atleast I had no clue what she said. Always a silver lining.

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