that driving lesson was inane. the lady instructor was so. what's the word? manly? she-he? shows up and starts an argument with my mamii. i wasn't too happy about that but i went along with it. the car we drove was one of those old suckool toyotas. the doors didn't open from the outside. and when i tried to close the door, she's like pull the window. ok so now that i'm in, i start adjusting stuff. like pulling up the seat so my feet can reach the clutch and the she's like that doesn't move, just use this pillow as she hands me this ratty old pillow infested with God knows what mass. so i check how much gas is in the car out of habit and the gasometer reads zero. so i'm like do we need to go to the gas station and she's like no, it's that way. so i'm ok, that's no problem, let's begin. it's clearly a definition of a lemon at this moment but i'm not going to worry about it. next i start up the engine and am moving along nicely after listening to her clear and concise [nice work on the briefness, fortunately i had already driven a couple of times with my cousins and junks] instructions and following them as precisely as possible and i realize that the speedometer didn't work. now if you've ever driven a stick you realize how important it is to have general knowledge of your speed. i don't have that basic information available to me and i'm supposed to drive in pakistan. the circumstances are a bit unusual but inshAllah i'll make the most of it. it's just that her bad attitude doesn't help either. a couple of times i messed up. i admit it. instead of shifting into 3rd i down shifted into 1st from 2nd. she's like YAAR KYA KAR RE HO??? i didn't say a thing. so after a little bit of silence she's like do you think you can learn in 5 lessons? at this point i wasn't too happy so i just said you're the instructor, you tell me. she shut up after that and didn't say too much either. i wish i hadn't retorted. khair. my mood will pick up once the mehndi starts up tonight. oh balay balay!