I was taking the written portion of my driver's exam, which was being administered in a basement bomb shelter. Oddly enough, the questions were as follows:
1) Who was the first King of Spain?
2) Where was the Popsicle invented?
3) How many drops are on Coney Island's "Cyclone"?
Clearly, I was upset because none of this was in the study guide - a point I brought up to the proctor.
"Don't worry," he told me as he slurped a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. "You'll kill it on the driving portion of the exam. Let's go do that!"
Excited, I followed him to the parking lot where he pointed me to the vehicle in which I was to complete the driving tasks... a Yellow Bus.
"Ah, fuck!" I yelled. "This is fucked! I don't even know how to pick up kids!"
Weird.
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