Look...
Left,
Right,
and then left again.
And, when passing, or changing lanes, always...
turn
your
head
and look
in your
blind spots.
You know, I didn't even feel the need to drive until I was close to 20. He's a good kid. He's a smart kid. And if we lived in a place with good public transit, I wouldn't even care if he never drove.
Well, third time's the charm.
So they say.
Hell, I don't care how many times it takes, he'll pass eventually. I worry more about his self-esteem (or lack, thereof).
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