There is a magic phenomenon in my small English town. The curbs move on their own. That's what happened yesterday morning. All was going well on my test. Then I had a left hand turn at a closed junction and the curb crawled under my wheels and I failed.
That's about the only way I can explain it, seeing as I've never even done that before. A lot of other things, but never climbing onto the curb. I dissected that moment a million times on my flight yesterday and I still can't account for why it went wrong. I was in the right place at the right speed. Crawling curbs, I tell you.
Six weeks. £2500+ in total since last December. No license. I’ll just have to become rich enough to afford a chauffer. At least I’m back in Athens! *tries to feel hopeful*
2 comments:
Never mind... you'll just have to take your test here!
Welcome back also! :-)
Now that you are safely back in Athens (travelling by bus/trolley/ metro I hope) I guess we are all that bit safer! But I am really sorry you wasted so much money.
What's with curb by the way? Has your Greek experience turned you American?
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