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CA DMV 00733

CA DMV 00733 (Photo credit: Omar Omar)


Kid #1 was originally scheduled to take his behind the wheel driving test at the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) on Friday, October 5.  But his car developed engine problems and he rescheduled to Friday, October 12.  (Note to my fellow Californians:  for the love of all that is holy, make an appointment at the DMV.  Do not, under any circumstances, just show up.  I’ve never been to my local DMV office when there wasn’t a huge swarm of people lining up out the door and into the parking lot.)

When I woke up Friday morning, I could hear the rain pattering on the roof.  Oh crap.  It hasn’t rained here in over seven months.  It certainly hasn’t rained since kid #1 started learning to drive.  I was panicked.  Could I run down the basics of driving in the rain among all the other San Diegans who haven’t seen rain since February before his DMV appointment?  Should we reschedule again?  What to do?  What to do?

But this is San Diego.  The rain cleared up in an hour and the sun dried the streets in two.  All was right with the world before noon.

We got to the DMV early and kid #1 took the wheel to practice on the surrounding streets before the test.  He did fine.  We parked and went inside, where we were directed to the testing area behind the building.

Kid #1 was a bit shaky.  He asked me to pull the car around to the testing area.  We waited awhile and then the examiner (Californian right down to his Ray-Bans and shorts) came over and they got started.

I had a flashback to the first day of kindergarten, when I wanted to be mama bear protective, even while I knew I had to let go.  I also wanted to take pictures, but that would’ve been unforgivable (in kid #1’s eyes).  I sat on the cement bench and waited.

About 20 minutes later, kid #1 strolled up from the parking lot.  I made hand gestures (thumbs up, thumbs down, happy face, sad face), which he ignored.

“I could miss 15 points and still pass,” he said.  (Oh s**t, I thought.)

“But I only missed 8!” he beamed.

Hallelujah!  He passed!