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Moronics
As I was searching my garbage can for food the other day, I found something of great interest. Okay, maybe it wasn't really of great interest, but at least good interest. It was the form that my road test instructor filled out when I took my road test a couple of years ago. Actually, I found two copies of these forms--I must be the only person in road test history who had two people evaluating me! The one that sat in the front was much older than the one in the back. I later found out that the younger one was a starving artist from California working for the DMV to pay the pills. Having double the instructors meant that I had twice the chance of failing! Boy, I sure was nervous...
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Hopefully, none of you will think any less of my driving skills. I mean, I passed anyway! You may be wondering how that happened. Well, the other instructor seemed to think that my driving was okay--he was even kind enough to draw some neat pictures of his representation of what occurred that fateful June afternoon. I've been told that in such disagreements, the decision of the elder instructor is the one upheld. However, after the test, for some reason, his body was never found. But don't worry, it wasn't murder! I can't be held responsible for him; he definitely had some serious issues. I don't even know what that term means, but my lawyer said I must use it at all times until this whole thing blows over...
Here's the form of the other, much nicer, and more talented road test guy:
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