Wanted: 22 year old female driver with 5 months driving experience, and able to stay on
110% alert at
ALL times while driving.
It sounds like an ad looking for myself, except that I don't fulfil the 110% alert criteria. Please, seriously, find me someone who does.
Then I accept defeat, I'll shut up forever and never think about driving again.
Confiscate the car keys lor, sure why not. Go ahead la. It's just unfortunate that the car wasn't purchased in my name.
Doesn't matter. I'll see what you can do to me when I dangle the keys to
MY own car in front of your eyes. Too bad, it won't be happening anytime very soon..I'll give myself a year to buy my own set of wheels though.
It's not so much that I need my own car damn badly. Or that I love driving so much, I'll
die without a car. I was surviving just fine before I got my license, and will continue to survive just as well without one.
I'm just trying to be a spiteful bitch who wants to get the last laugh. So sue me.You claim that you're not putting stress on me while I'm behind the wheel. Yeah fuck that la. Define your version of stress to me and if I accept it, I'll shut up from now on.
Get a life, seriously. I almost have this burning desire to watch you (finally) get a driver's license and go on to drive on the roads. Then we'll see how easy peasy it actually is to stay on full alert at all times.
Wow this sounds so fun, I can't wait.
Loaded with sarcasm to the max.
I'm not going to give you the freaking satisfaction of watching me flounder without a car. Cos' I won't. Take it away and sell it, really. I never did like this model very much in the first place. At least now I can start thinking of what car I want to buy next, and save up for it.
And when I do purchase it in my own name, I'll see what you can do to me.
Better yet, I should just go get a bike license and
accidentally leave my license lying around for you to see when I do get it. And heck, might as well get a set of 2 wheels while I'm at it.
Please la. Get it into your thick head that there are no perfect drivers out there. People are bound to make mistakes sometimes, some more serious than the rest. I have never called myself a good driver, but I know for a fact I'm not a fucking lousy one.
And stop comparing me with daddy because we aren't the same. He made his fair share of silly mistakes while behind the wheel as well. You nagged at him assuming he could take it, because his character was just so darn fantastic that he took it all in without complaints.
I'm not like him, and I'm not going to say sorry for that. Take it or leave it. I know how to drive a car, I'm the one with the license. Incidentally, I also see things which happen on the roads from a different perspective as compared to you, and unlike you sitting comfortably in the passenger's seat, I have to look out for many different things at one time and judge situations as best as I can.
So shut up already. Take the bloody car keys and sell the goddamn car, I don't give a fucking damn.
I'll make you eat your words one day, I swear.
And I never do swear. You always make me break all my rules, for the wrong reasons.
Thanks for
nothing.
