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Before class began, the instructor encouraged us to use the restroom because the first break was going to be a "loooooooong" time coming. Earlier I forgot to mention that I sort of needed to poop as I was leaving the house. But by the time the urge hit, there wasn't time and I just suppressed the need. At this moment, I was good to not poop, but I decided it would be best to start the class with an empty bladder given my plan to sip on coffee all morning. There were two single occupancy restrooms one for each sex. I was fourth in line, and squeezed out a few drops without event.
The driving instructor was probably around 50 with thinning hair and probably was over 3 bills. I liked him okay. He kept the class interesting, didn't get derailed by some really dumb questions, and didn't repeat himself too much.
I was a bit of an outlier among the clientele. Most were younger than me and of a different socioeconomic class. There was one guy who looked like a possible peer. I felt kind of stupid for getting a ticket and having to spend my Saturday morning here. Clearly I was going to fast that night in November and vowed to stay within 10 miles of the posted speed limit in the future, which seems to be acceptable to law enforcement agents in my city and state.
By the time the first break rolled around I was having significant cramping. I'm a morning pooper, and this sitting in class all morning wasn't working for me. The instructor indicated that we had six minutes and thirty seconds for our break and there was only that single occupancy restroom. Most of the class headed outside for a smoke. I debated what to do. One guy headed into the restroom while I was debating. I decided I needed to take the plunge. I blew out tons of gas, which partially relieved the cramping, but didn't produce any poop. Uh oh, I think forgoing the poop when I had left the house had resulted in constipation. I exited the restroom after about 3 minutes feeling a little better.
By the next break my coffee mug was empty and I had gas again. I took my coffee mug out to my car, and walked around a bit farting away from class mates.
Overall the class was okay. I leaned that the new recommended hand position is 4 - 8 instead of 10 - 2. If your air bag goes off with your arms in the 10 - 1 you are likely to get two broken arms in what is called a "night stick break". I also learned a new way to position your side view mirrors that reduces the size of your blind spot.
He told about some of the former students in his class who if they needed to merge into the left lane, and their left turn light was out, would instead use their blinker to signal a right hand turn. I expressed shock. Some of my classmates were oddly quiet and looked own.
Class was supposed to get out at 1:30 but we were a few minutes late. He dismissed the people who were there for an 8 hour class for lunch. Then he began to pass out the class attendance certificates to the 4 hour people. He implored us to check the spellings of our names, birthdates, and DL numbers. If we left the room with an error on our certificate, it would cost us $15 to get a new certificate printed. He made made a 20 year error on my birth date so I waited for him to print a new certificate. I would normally be ticked at such an error, but on the brink of achieving my freedom from traffic court jail, I was in a good mood and joked with him about how I wish I was 20 years younger.
I drove home with my hands in the 4 - 8 position. Life's been good to me so far played on the radio. As I pulled away from an intersection, a mini cooper blew around me as my Mazerati does 185... came across the speakers. I let him go without challenge. Once he got if front of me he was content to drive at the same pace I was going.
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