DMV Delights

A cousin of mine on facebook writes about the DMV and her "you know who" is taking her driving test. I remember those days. Sonny boy took a 4 day class at the beginning of summer when he turned 15 and 1/2. Every morning I'd wake him up and he'd say, "Dear Lord." Not being a religious kind of guy, I knew it must be bad. Take a 15 year old, put him in a function room with 50 other people for 7 or 8 hours, and you've got one glazed over dude by 5pm.
When he gets his log in time for the class, he goes to take the written test. After he took it, he stood in line to get it corrected, noticing there were about 10 people in front of him who failed. He was so relieved when he passed, got his picture taken (nice picture) and was ready to drive with a licensed adult. I know I was a bad, nervous, horrible driving over see-er. Poor Sonny boy. But we all survived, and after 6 months he could go get his actual license. He actually wasn't in a hurry to get it, but we had a situation where he needed to have it, so I say, Buddy, book an appointment and go!
We drive up to the queue for the licensing, and I see a lady with a really big butt checking out the car in front of us. I almost said something to Sonny boy, but decided for once to keep a lid on it. I was really glad, because she was the one who turned out to be his tester, and that would have been kind of a "big" distraction. After checking the car for the appropriate functionality, off they go.
I was waiting inside, looking through the glass when they pull up. I see the tester talking to him with her hands gesturing in the air, and I think, "Oh no, he didn't pass." I walk out the door and Sonny boy is getting out of the car and sees me. He gives me a thumbs up. Oh Dear Lord!