Just got back from taking my youngest daughter, Chlo, to her drivers test to get licenced to drive in the state of Florida.
I took my oldest daughter to her driver’s test two years ago. She passed, but not without comment from her tester.
*“Your daughter’s got a lead foot and I could fail her for that, but, otherwise, she’s a good driver and a good kid, so I passed her.”
*
Chlo is a much better driver than her sister. Safe, slow and responsible. I white knuckle it driving with my oldest; I relax driving with Chlo.
Chlo’s best friend had her driving test 30 minutes before Chlo today. On the way to the DMV, her friend texted:
“The instructor stopped my road test after 2 minutes. He didn’t say anything, just made me drive back and park. Don’t know what that means. I don’t like him.”
Less than 5 minutes later, she texted, “That old 70year old f%#er failed me! I didn’t do anything wrong! … they should exterminate old people. I hate him! F%#ing douchebag geezers. He was wearing a MAGA hat!” Her diatribe went on and on. I didn’t know teens knew the kind of curses she was spewing. If I were a sailor, i’d be blushing.
Needless to say, this text conversation did not comfort my daughter.
Minutes later, we arrive at the DMV. The instructor introduced himself. He was ~70 years old and wearing a MAGA cap. He told me to wait inside while he took my daughter for her driving test. Instead, I went to the lot and watched the test. Looked to me like she passed with flying colors.
They get back to the office, my daughter gets out of the car, looking dejected. Mr. MAGA hat gets out of the car and walks past us without saying a word. He say’s, “wait in the waiting room till I call you.”
30 minutes later, he calls us to his station. He tells my daughter, “you failed.” He gave some lame excuse for her failure (same lame excuse he told her friend). I said, let her try again, she was obviously nervous.” He said, “nope, she’s got to reschedule for another day. That will be $6 for today.”
I said, *“you failed my daughter for some lame reason and you want her to pay $6?”
*
“Yep”
I said,* “sorry, I don’t have $6 and neither does my daughter. Sue us.”*
He spewed, “b…but, I’m going to make a note of this on the computer!”
“Ok, why don’t you do that.”
At that point 2 ladies in the office who were listening to all this said, “c’mon, Bob, pay for this poor girl’s test, it won’t kill you.” It was obvious they were fed up with their co-worker’s bullshit tactics.
He reluctantly ponied up the 6 bucks and said, *“you better have $6 when you get retested!” *
I said, *“we will, but we won’t get retested at this DMV. Merry Christmas scrooge” *(actually, he looked about my age). Then we walked out.
My daughter’s devastated and embarrassed about failing her driver’s test. So is her friend. I’m making them a nice dinner (vegan, because they are vegans).
Daughter: nose ring, tats and blue hair. Best friend: orange hair, piercings and tats. DMV guy: stubble grey beard, blue jeans and MAGA hat. You do the math.