As a result of I’m a coward and have poor judgment, I feel. As a result of making you endure by way of this indignity is less complicated than telling you you are now an incapable driver. I need to blame Elaine however I’m a co-conspirator at this level. A robotic voice calls Dad’s quantity.
Earlier than he can fail the written take a look at, Dad has to scan his thumbprint, go a watch take a look at, and have a photograph taken. The girl on the desk asks Dad to position his thumb on the digital scanning pad.
“This one?” he asks, pointing his proper index finger at her.
“No, this one,” she says, holding up her personal thumb.
“This one?” Dad asks, now pointing his left index finger.
“No, this one,” she repeats, wanting like she’s about to blow a gasket.
It’s like I’m watching Abbott and Costello performing their “Who’s on First?” routine. Lastly the impatient clerk takes Dad’s wrinkled hand and presses his thumb on the pad. I can nearly learn the thought bubble above her head: “You’re my hundredth buyer right now—and it’s solely 10:00 am.”
Subsequent, I shuffle Dad over to the photograph space the place he stands on the yellow shoe marks painted on the ground for steering. He faces the display screen, turning his again to the photographer. I flip Dad round like he’s a kindergartener enjoying Pin the Tail on the Donkey. I do know it’s not humorous, however I’m laughing inside on the absurdity of this case.