Today marks a very important time in my existence. It heralds a dawning of a new time in my life. My outlook on life is different, more mature, more rational, more careful. I haven’t drank or taken drugs or failed an exam but I have finally tick that box in the list of ‘Teenage Actions’ as I have officially scratched my parents’ car.
It wasn’t that bad I mean, it’s not as if there’s a massive dent on the side of the car. It’s a little scratch that occured when I misjudged the distance between my car and the pole (no ‘typical female/Asian/young people’ comments here please). And frankly, I’m surprised that this didn’t happen sooner as it’s been a year since I’ve taken up my L’s/.
My dad was ok with it, he merely chastised me for not being able to measure distances while turning the wheel. My mum on the other hand told me that I should have been more careful and that I’m inexperienced with driving.
I have to say, I found that comment kind of offenseive considering it came from a woman who accidentally reversed the car into our new garage and doesn’t believe it’s important to adjust the side mirrors so she can measure her position on the road correctly. It’s true.
OH DAYUM!
EVEN MAGGIE HASNT SCRATCHED THE CAR!
(I lie, I have. I’m a really pathetic driver)