The Time(S) My Husband Failed His Driving Test
Ha ha! The title of this post is actually understating it. It should be called the ENDLESS NUMBER OF TIMES my husband failed his driving test.
He and I got our driver’s licenses and our first car ever together shortly after getting married. Looking back, I can’t believe our relationship lasted beyond the driver’s license ordeal. It cost us something like $200 in cab rides to DMV. I honestly am ashamed to tell you the number of trips we had to make for all of my husband’s failed trips, but I am going to estimate 5. Let’s do the math on that one–it means he failed the test about 4 times and finally passed it the last time.
The reason is that he INSISTED that he didn’t need to study for the test. After all, he was given driving lessons by CARLOS. May I mention that Carlos, while kind and a good driver, didn’t have the strongest English language skills–nor did my husband. Worry not–they followed the driving laws. But clearly Carlos wasn’t able to impart all of the information my husband needed to pass the test.
But, you might wonder, after Holly’s husband failed the test the first time, THEN didn’t he feel he needed to study? The answer is no. He felt the test was “wierd” and that questions were worded “in a confusing way.” How about the third time? Wouldn’t have have realized after failing the driving test twice that he should now study? NOPE. After the third test, he kept repeating something like: “I’ve now answered questions incorrectly so many times that I’ll definitely know the right answer when I see it this time.”
We kept going to the DMV over and over and over. And since we didn’t have a car (because no licenses), we had to take taxis. It got very annoying–and expensive. Finally, after he failed like the 4th time, I think I was ready to leave him. Sorry, but I simply could not be married to a man who can’t pass a driving test after seemingly endless attempts, PLUS somehow neglects to STUDY for the test despite undeniable proof that he desperately needs to.
How did this nightmare end? We studied together for about 30 minutes. I asked him questions, and gave him multiple choice answers worded exactly as they are in the book. I repeated each question till he got the answer right. The next day he passed the test. The irony? Now my husband’s driving is very good, and mine is very bad. And my car is all crashed up, but his car is not. The mysteries of life, marriage, and change…
August 25th, 2008 at 1:05 pm
Learning to drive is on the list of things that are a BAD IDEA to do with someone you love, if you want to continue to love them.
At least in my book.
Now bring on the baby pictures!
August 25th, 2008 at 2:01 pm
Miss Thystle, You read my mind. Each morning, I very seriously consider posting about 100 baby photos on this blog. I keep debating. But really there’s just no reason for debate. He’s SO CUTE. His photo should be posted everywhere on all blogs.
Oh, don’t get me started. See what happens? I know, it’s in poor taste to gush about how cute your own child is. Yet I keep doing it. (And I do the same thing about my older sons as well, despite knowing that it makes me really annoying…But I can’t help it. Maybe someone needs to just sit me down and put me in my place.)
I agree with you. Learning to drive with a loved one–not good. Even DRIVING NOW with my husband is terrible. I avoid it like the plague.