The Driving Instructor knew he was in for a challenge when Ernestine appeared in his classroom that fateful day…
Categories: Past Imperfect
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The Driving Instructor knew he was in for a challenge when Ernestine appeared in his classroom that fateful day…
Categories: Past Imperfect
Oh boy, was he ever. Hoping you can find an after-the-lesson shot.
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I did find a site where such an after-photo used to reside, but the FBI had removed the image… 😉
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What happened neext?! 🙂
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Tears? 😉
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Hehe bucketloads
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He should have just turned around and gone home. 😀
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Sage advice.
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Crying with laughter …. I trained as a driving instructor once upon a mad moment and took my then 14 year old daughter out one afternoon for me to practice my skills. This could actually BE her. It was nearly, and quite literally the death of us both.
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You were a driving instructor? Yet another color to fill in your vibrant rainbow… 😉
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What the instructor did not realize is that Ernestine had the mother of all bad hair days, hence the two strips of masking tape holding it down. Unruly hair flying about when one is trying to parallel park has brought lowly-er people to their figurative knees. And somehow sitting sideways on a metal car door the approximate width of a stick of gum somehow took her mind off the fact that women wouldn’t be able to actually do things like buying a decent car (with some zip to the engine..not those 25 mph jobs they tried to foist off) or choosing their own clothing for another five decades. It simply wasn’t fair!! Alternatively Ernestine might be practicing her contortionist skill set because one never knew when sitting bent double would come in handy, or being able to put one’s legs over one’s ears…
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I can’t even begin to come up with worthwhile responses to all of the points you mention in this luscious comment. I will simply tip my hat to you, and hope for more… 😉
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There is a disgusting outhouse joke in this one somewhere.
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Isn’t there always? 😉
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She has such a lovely happy countenance – what could possibly go wrong?
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Her expression is the same one that I wore for the first twenty years of my life… 😉
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Ha, glad you found a new home for it then – 🙂
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After “The Incident” the gathering crowd heard both of they muttering loudly –
“Now I know, now I know.
Green means stop.
Red means go.”
Strangely enough, the vehicle was undamaged. The Milkman’s truck, not so much – there was a lot of buttermilk to go round. 🙂
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And the buttermilk, unhappy about the unexpected and certainly unprovoked sloshing, filed a lawsuit against the girl, the guy, and the city of West Dregg. Litigation is still pending, and slightly damp…
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Of course, she may of had a second set of legs all ready to go on the pedals.
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You can never trust small children named Ernestine, as they always manage to have more spare parts than they really should…
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