You Were Not Even Invited

“Honey, I don’t think I should come on Friday,” I told Good Man, “I think I will make you too nervous.”

Good Man looked at me. “You were not even invited.”

ㅎㅎㅎ Good point. I wasn’t.

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Last week Good Man decided he would take one one-hour driving lesson each day this week, culminating with his driving test today. I told him he didn’t have to take it unless he was really sure. I was afraid if he failed on the first try, he’d put off re-taking the test and I wanted him to be sure he felt ready.

“I am ready,” he said. “She [the instructor] told me I don’t need 10 hours, just a few more.”

After his first behind-the-wheel lesson, Good Man has slowly warmed up to driving. A few weeks ago, he started saying “부릉부릉, 빵! 빵!” after each lesson.

Bu-reung bu-reung, bbang! Bbang! is the sound of a car driving and honking in Korean.

When he started making driving noises (complete with wheel turning and horn honking motions), I figured he was enjoying driving. He disagreed with me (but I still think I’m right).

The local DMV office’s course is on the road, so Good Man’s instructor has been bringing him out to the actual course to practice. (When I told Good Man my test was in the parking lot of the DMV he was shocked. “A parking lot is not the road!”)

Good Man’s instructor picked him at up 7:15 this morning. “I will not come home if I fail,” he joked, “I will hide.”

When 11:00 rolled around, I was a bit worried. Finally I heard the door bell (his weird way of announcing he’s home—yes, my husband does have a key) and walked out to the living room.

I could tell by the grin on his face that he’d passed. He flashed me two peace signs and nodded.

Yeah, Good Man! Licensed, at last!

Bless Good Man. Apparently his examiner talked the whole time, distracted him by playing with the aircon controls, and said, “Go, go, quickly!” at a left turn (yield on green light) that he was hesitating about. He also didn’t have to parallel park. (What?)

But who cares? He passed!

Now…we only own a stick. He can’t drive a stick (yet). He hasn’t driven at night and I don’t even know that he’s gotten on the interstate. But I don’t care. He’s licensed. Amen. Amen. Amen. He can get night and interstate practice when we go to Middle Of Nowhere, Minnesota next month.