Ignatowski gets his drivers license software#
Ignatowski gets his drivers license license#

I am pretty sure the examiner doesn't hear much humor during his day.

Mark told me that in his head, he was thinking, 'Man, I flunked already?!?' I told him he should have told the examiner this aloud. They were heading back to the parking places where the test ended, and one was told the news about passing or failing. Later, Mark told me that the examiner made him take a left, then another left, and then another left in the parking lot. The DMV examiner came out, and away he went with Mark. So, we got back in the car, got back in the car line, and waited. She allowed it, more due to her own graciousness than my powers of manipulation or persuasion.

Ignatowski gets his drivers license license#

Is there any way my son can take his driver's license test today?' (Big cheesy grin) 'PLEEEAAAAAAASE?' By the time we got there, it was too late to keep the appointment. I did not read the directions, and we never checked into Window 26. All I said was, 'We were here at 7:45 for an 8:00 appointment. I was ready to give it an honest shot, but not to weave some horrendous story of woe that would get her sympathy. Finally, we were helped by a very helpful woman, who took pity on our situation. 'You'll be fine', we said, over and over again. So we tried to encourage her, build up her confidence. She had been randomly selected to take a behind the wheel test to renew her license. We were in line with a woman who was clearly freaking out. So we drove around the block, parked the car, and meandered our way to Window 2. So I asked the heretofore silent Mark, 'Let's give Window 2 a try, shall we?' He shrugged, as only teenagers can do before the obligatory noon wakeup time.

Ignatowski gets his drivers license software#

We drove to the Staples around the corner, where I looked for some software I had wanted, which was on sale. Her last retort was a suggestion to see her supervisor at Window 2.įrustrated by my own failure to read simple directions, and at bureaucratic rules, I led Mark out to the car. I replied that I wanted to keep THIS appointment, but to no avail. She looked at our paperwork, and said, 'You're late, make an appointment for another day.' The next available appointment was three weeks away. The woman at window 26 was preoccupied with a dysfunctional printer, and it was 8:40 before she paid attention to us. Approaching window 26, I saw a sign that read 'If you are more than 15 minutes late, your appointment will be cancelled.' Well, we were actually at the DMV 15 minutes early, but were now 30 minutes late. The DMV examiner came out, and told us to park, and then go check in at window 26. All of it.īut 8:30, we were the head car. Mistake number one, always read the paperwork. Without reading any of the paperwork, we pulled into line with all the other cars. Just before we left for vacation, my son, Mark, took his driver's license test, and passed.