Bad DMV man....

So, I forgot how much of a tempter my father had. Or how protective he was of me. But don't fret, I was reminded.

So, I went down to Sacramento, because I wanted to get my licenses before I left for New York. and that was the only place I could get an appointment before I left. Well, you know the stereotype for DMV people? The instructor I got was even worse.

So, I get up at 6:30 am so I can make my appointment at 10:10 pm.

It started with him flipping the fuck out because my dad tried to introduce himself to the guy. Now, since I'm assuming you don't know my father, he is a very (overly) friendly person, so he talks to everyone. Plus, he wanted to know who this creepy middle age man who was going to disappear with his 16 year old daughter was. (also, who to kill if something went wrong... but that's a different story.) So, the guy started to yell at my dad. I believe it was along the lines of "SIR! BACK AWAY FROM THE CAR! I AM TALKING TO THE GIRL! BACK AWAY!" Now, I could understand if we were some where dangerous, or he didn't know he was my father, but he had gotten out of the car to talk to The Guy. Because my dad loves me, he did as he was told, and did not tell the guy to fuck off, which I know was difficult for him, but he wanted me to pass.

Then The Guy tried to say my blinker didn't work. It did. So, my father raised a tiny bit of hell, and got a second tester person to tell him he was wrong. ( My blinker did work. He just didn't want to get into the car with me. I'm not sure why -- I had spent an hour and a half cleaning the car, and vacuuming it so it would be presentable for the person.)

So, The Guy was forced to get into the car with me. I then spent two minutes with him glaring at me, like he was trying to set me on fire with his mind. He then told me to pull over to the curb. So I did. He then freaked out, and practically yelled at me to get closer. So I did. Consequently, I hit the curb. And got an automatic fail.

Sadly, that is not the end of my story. The Guy then continued to mark me down for shit I didn't do, all the way back to DMV. He marked me down for not fully being in the bike line when turning right. Last tine I checked, only half of my car fits in that lane. So I guess my mother not owning a smaller car takes points off the test. You know how when you turn left, you pull up and turn? Well, I had a green light. I pulled up. A car going the opposite way zoomed up and turned before me, so I slowed down, and The Guy flipped out : "Stop! STOP!!! STOOPP!!". Am I the only one who thinks it's weird he kept yelling after I had already stopped?

So, I parked, and he told me I failed, while glaring at me. I didn't handle this well. I am sad to say I started to tear up, and slammed my car door shut. I get out too. Meanwhile, my dad had walked up, and was standing directing in front, middle of the car.

In retrospect, it was funny as hell. My dad was standing there, far beyond livid, debating wither to kick the guys ass, (he could have easily killed him. Not just because of there size difference, but my father does have a rather long list of past fights. In fact, I'm not sure how he has never been in jail. Then again, he hasn't been in a fight for years. Also, he never fought in front of me..) or come hug me. Now, my dad is not exactly the most intimating guy normally, (and he is far less as intimidating now, compared to when I was younger) but when he is really mad, he face turns this red color, and a vein pops out in his forehead. (This is typically angry, (and he is rarely angry) this is livid, seeing red, going to kill someone mad.) Also, (he is about 5'8) he is very Native American looking. (because he is. I take after my mom.) The Guy was this tiny little Asian man. I think if I hadn't ran up and hugged him, he would have beaten the shit out of The Guy for making me cry. The Guy, seeing me hugging my dad, ran inside of DMV.

Even though my dad made the guy shit himself, I still feel like a failure for failing.

In some weird (morbid?) way I think my dad is really sweet for almost beating the crap out of some guy for making me cry.