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Today was my first day of behind the wheels driver’s training so my mom brought me home some rad naa and…a car? OMGBESTslightlydelayedCHRISTMASGIFTEVAR!

I jizzed my pants enough when my mom told me she was bringing home some rad naa-- it’s thai street food just like pad thai only…how do I say this delicately? WAY BETTER?

My mom would rather not hear it but the thing I love about it’s I’ve tried it from a couple thai restaurants already and rad naa’s soup/sauce invariably carries a hint of essence of pork gastrointestinal tract.

Now THAT’s something I’d see myself eating for cheap in the streets with the locals! Street food bordering the barbaric is one thing I knew I’d be missing when I moved into americanland.

Anyway, the deal was, my mom’s friend bought a lexus gx yesterday even though she really wanted a gs so she convinced my mom to buy it. And my mom was convinced?

She wouldn’t let me drive it ‘til I get some decent Good Driver Miles on her old two year young car though. Which is sweet because I don’t like sedans and also, I have formulated fantasies of needlessly camping in that car just like we did a ways back?  OMG IT IS MINE.

Thing was, when I was getting into my instructor’s car, I couldn’t help but notice “my”-- it still feels weird to call it that-- car wasn’t in its parking spot.

I immediately ran a mental list of locking the car last night check, taking the gate remote from the car and bringing it to my room because I just *knew* shit like this might happen check, my mom telling me it has a tracking system check and, most importantly, this is CLEARLY not my fault check.

I tried not to get too distracted especially since speed limits here seem to change every hundred miles but I still tried to keep a lookout for “my” car like I could do anything short of ramming it should I spot it.

2 hours of incident-free vroom vrooming later, turned out “my” car got towed because security didn’t see my parking permit last night. I am pretty sure hanging on the rearview mirror is the first thing people would like to check for it.

The exciting part was the it being towed was the last item on last night’s security report. My mom’s friend half-jokingly called for a frivolous lawsuit. I love her already.

*Picture on top of entry is my driver’s permit which I earned after procrastinating in a conveniently congested DMV. I was starting to have doubts re: if Posh could do it, so can I when I started seeing a couple people fail but I managed to squeeze a score that would’ve still worked if I were renewing a license.

Unfortunately, I learned that that is the mug that is going on my driver’s license. I wish I had made a better effort to not make my eyes lopsided.

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