* Heading to the vault for this one... I was most excited for my 16th birthday because that meant I could finally get my driver's license. Freedom! The test administrator escorted me to the back of the lot and instructed me to get into the vehicle and unroll my window. He then stood out of my line of sight and asked me to show him my right turn signal. I was so glad I'd read up on hand signals! So I stuck my arm out the window and showed him a right turn signal. He then asked to see my left turn signal and I obliged in the same manner. I was feeling pretty confident as I waited for him to ask me to show him "stop." Because, of course, I knew that one, too! Yea me! =) Instead, he asked me to press on the brake. I was kind-of bummed, but did as he requested. I heard a quizzical sounding, "hmm," and then he, again, asked to see my right turn signal. Again, I stuck my arm out the window and showed him. At this point the instructor and my mother erupted in laughter as they realized I'd been using hand signals instead of the car's turn signals. Once the instructor explained what he meant for me to do, I flew through the inspection and passed my driver's test with flying colors... 100% to be exact, thankyouverymuch. But for weeks I couldn't figure out why he'd ask me to roll down the window if he didn't want to see my hand signals.
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