I transferred my driver’s license from my home state to my new state. In doing so, I was required to retake my driver’s test. I was a little annoyed but went along with it. Before the test started, I was chatting with my instructor. He showed me the route we would be taking and walked me through where each skill would be tested.
Instructor: “So, what do you think will be the hardest part of this exam for you?”
Me: “Well, I’m not great at parallel parking. It just isn’t really a thing when you live in the middle of nowhere.”
Instructor: “Okay, that’s fair.”
Me: “And I hate roundabouts. I know they’re supposed to be easier than a regular intersection, but I’ve never been able to use one without someone cutting me off to get in.”
Instructor: “Really? But it’s so simple. You just wait your turn.”
Me: “Yeah, I know, but apparently, I attract people who don’t want to wait.”
Instructor: “Well, that won’t happen today. This roundabout isn’t used very much, so you shouldn’t have a huge problem.”
We went on our test (I parallel parked with minimal issues!) and got to the roundabout. I waited my turn, merged in, and immediately hit my brakes. The car entering from the next merge lane decided to roll right through the yield sign and cut me off. I got off at my turn and pulled over.
Me: “So…”
Instructor: “Well. You didn’t hit anyone. You used your signals, maintained a safe speed, parallel parked with ease… and you didn’t honk or scream when that person cut you off.”
Me: “So… I passed?”
Instructor: “Yes. And also, please stay away from roundabouts.”
