Gårÿ told me to drive down to the end of the road and we'll go to Walmart.
I did, and stopped the car.
He told me to look both ways and continue right.
I was like... "No... You said one road." He's like, "Go to the stop sign."
Then, along the way to the THIRD STOP SIGN. He told me that I was too far right.
I saw that if I went left more, that if another car came through, they would hit me but I did it anyway.
The moral of the story other than "I hate driving" is parents get too strict about the way you turn the wheel, and for going SLIGHTLY into the grass.
I hate my life.
Give me all the salt.
Others, sympathize for me... |