It can drive you crazy...

Ok, so let's just get it out there, I got my first speeding fine.



I have been driving for 9 years now (minus the 2 and a half years spent in England).

I was quite excited when i heard that i had received my first fine, i was wondering when this day would come!


I'm not exactly happy that it happened, but somehow i feel like i belong now! to the group of people who get speeding fines!


I was doing 82 in a 60 zone. R300.00 later...

was it really worth it? :(


Anyway, it led me to think of the experience of getting my driver's licence.


I went all the way to the cosy little town of Picketberg to do my test. My driving instructor drove me there. I got into the car with the traffic cop, took my shoes off and got myself ready. I was extremely nervous.

The first thing the Afrikaans cop said to me was, "If you lift that skirt a little higher, you don't need to do the test." (READ in a hectic Afrikaans accent)

I didn't know what to say, I just smiled a nervous smile.


I did the test, and I think i cut the car out once, so I was absolutely sure that i had failed.

The thought of having come all this way and sitting next to a pervert for that wasted time devastated me.

I sat in the office while the cop marked my test.

I started to cry before he told me that I had passed.


I cried almost all the way home.


What a crappy experience. I mean, seriously I was wearing a 3 quarter skirt because i knew it would be hot. Does this guy really have such a sorry life that he has to ask for 'it' while doing driver's tests?