Christ on a pancake with whipped cream and sprinkles, WHAT A DAY!!!
Dad drove me out to my orthodontist today. She told me that I have to go to my dentist to get my bottom wisdom teeth out (permission to say...eek!!).
Anyways, I wanted to drive back from the hospital, but Dad didn't want be to drive through town until I had had more experience with my instructor.
So Dad drives up as far as the University, and then we put the L plates up and off I go.
Straight away...Dad is being a bit of a pain in the hole. At risk of sounding a bit pedantic...he was giving me TOO MUCH instruction, which was really starting to piss me off, which kind of threw me off a bit.
After a quick stop at the local shopping centre, I'm back on the road again.
I come up to a stop sign, I cut out 3 times. Cars start overtaking me from the right, in my mirror I can see a long queue of cars, with bemused looking faces in them. Thankfully (and surprisingly) no-one beeped.
Off I go again, and I turn into the road leading down to my house. I slow down, and move out right to turn into my driveway (for the first time). I stop and cut out just short of the brick pillar. Turn the wheel hard left, and start to crawl forward. As I move in, I start quickly turning the wheel back to straighten out, completely lose control of the clutch, move rather violently to the left, all I can hear is "SHRRRRRRRRR", as the left side of the car scrapes along the green gate. Dad pulls up the handbrake, and I start freaking out and bawling crying thinking that I fucking destroyed the car.
Mum and Dad try their best to calm me down, and then we all nervously check the damage. Mostly green paint scraped across, but a couple of stratches aswell...
I then spent an hour scraping the paint off, and now my arse is wet and my left arm is sore.
So...how was your day?