I Thought I Was Done Failing Tests

I thought I was done failing tests. I'm a college graduate...my days of failing tests should be over. God knows I've failed my share in Spanish class.

But I failed another test yesterday...the written test for a California driver's license. Whodathunk it? I thought 75% was passing...but the most you can miss out of 36 is 6...and I missed 9.
Stupid questions.

How am I supposed to know what to do if a blind person is waiting to cross the street?? How did the blind person even find their way to the street is what I wanna know.

And if you get caught drunk driving, the only thing you get is a fine from the court if it's your first offense?? I thought they'd revoke your license for that. Or at least they should, I think. How many lives would be saved if they did that??

And if you get into an accident, you have to give the other party your proof of insurance, your vehicle registration, AND your address???? I don't think so. I don't care if that is the law.

Did you know it's legal here to ride in the back of a pickup truck if you have a seat secured to the truck and you're wearing a seat belt?? I think that's called the Mexico Law.

But I went back today. I glanced at the Driver's Handbook. There was a message on the front page from the Governor of California - ole' Arnie himself. There was his picture next to the message, too, so I couldn't help but read the message to myself with Arnie's voice and accent in my head. But it was more of the "Kindergarten Cop" Arnold character rather than the "Terminator 1-3" Arnold character.

I studied my ass off last night - reviewing the questions I'd missed and memorizing the correct answers because, at least I thought, it was the same exact test.

It wasn't.

I missed 5 this time...but at least I passed. And I have my temporary license. It was kinda sad when she punched a hole in my Michigan license. It was too...final. Too...official. I didn't like it.

But now I'm sharing the California roadways by just making a few lucky guesses on the test today. Yet another driver in a sea of rage that just passed by the skin of his teeth. Look out, California!! Here comes Chad freakin' H***.
(That's not my real middle name, by the way.)