Talk about ironic (at least I think it is…I know how much Alanis Morisette is criticized for her imprecise linguistic skills). Now that I’ve finally got my Japanese drivers’ license, my car doesn’t work.
This is after using two days of paid vacation to take trips to the driving center four hours away; license translations and translation mistakes; freaking out about the practical test, which was actually explained step by step by the proctor (step by step like “you turn your blinker at this spot…be sure to check your blind spot…make sure there are no children under your car before you start”—talk about practical!), oh, and not being able to drive for three weeks.
If it’s not some sort of cruel irony, it still sucks. I just wanted to use a bigger word.
