Thank you, Jebus

Sweet, sweet triumph. I finally passed the damn driving test and got my license (unconscionably late, but cars and I get along about as well as Jack Sparrow and dry land do). I am now the owner of a plastic card with a bad picture of myself on it, stating that I have successfully conned the state goverment into believing that I can drive well enough to be let out on my own.

Thank God, I never have to parallel park again. Or take the bloody test again. I am finally free to relax.