42: A Lesson Learnt

Alright, I know this is a food blog, but I really have to reserve this space for someone "special", no other than my driving instructor. His name will be ommited, but for the sake of this post, lets name him Mr. T (not to be confused with THE Mr. T). If you choose not to read this rant, atleast scroll to the bottom to read the lesson learnt.

He must have read the job description wrong, this Mr. T. He's not really a teacher, but maybe more of a tyrant to his students. I have friends who are pretty much pissed at him too. Cause all he does is bitch whine about how we drive. That really ok, I can handle some harsh comments, sarcasm ("this car got no brakes ah," he would repeat three times in a row) if I actually learnt something once in a while.

The Kancil that are used in the test areas aren't exactly the BIGGEST cars in the whole world, so my legs are pretty crammped. Apparently, he also loves to scold me on things that I look like I'm doing; like pressing clutch for example. Is it really my fault that I have no leg space whatsoever, and I have to hover my leg over the clutch?

He would also say one thing and mean the other, like breaking (in his lingo: "watch out!") or accelerating ("go!"). "Go!" also means other things, but you can never be to sure. One minute you think its accelerate, the next thing you know, you're wrong he's yapping at you till kingdom come.

Sad really. I liked him the first time I saw him. I found out he works in the Tourism & Hospitality line (a brother!). But after the first drive home, my whole preception changed. He's the kind of old man who thinks that all teenagers are the spawn of evil, and that we all eat McDonalds and listen to the noise that is "rock".

So here it is, and ode to thee driving instructor from hell. I despise him, but his attitude is not without merits.

In life, I will now:-
1) Smile, no matter how you feel inside.
2) Take blame, even though you're not wrong.
3) Not be so sarcastic anymore, it hurts the recieving end.
and lat but not least, 4) To teach properly with my whole heart and be patient.

So I thank him, and I thank God for giving me (probably) Satan as my driving instructor, so I can learn the hard way, and just be a nicer guy and a better person.

If life gives you lemons, make lemonade (but where's the sugar? The maker of the metaphor should actually be shot. The lemonade is still going to be sour as hell anyway). I'm also making sure I won't end up like that when I'm 60.