The entire DMV was filled with moms, dads, and their young teenage children. This is the last week of school. Each parent commiserated with the other about insurance costs, time investment, driving horror stories, girls driving in cars with boys stories, and more. The girls sat and looked very nervous. The boys played on their cell phones and appeared bored.
If you fail this test by missing 11 out of the 50 questions on the test you get another chance. If you fail it again, you have to return the next day, pay two dollars, and try again. We’re not sure if there is a limit to how many times you can take the test during your lifetime.
My son failed it, twice. He missed 12 out of the 50. They handed him a picture of a driver’s license with his picture on it. On the top of the license printed in bold lettering it said, NO PRIVILEGES.
“It looks like,” I said looking at the license, “you don’t have any privileges. Sorry to hear that.”
“They should have given me another chance,” my son said.
“You have to pay two dollars,” he said.
“No. You have to pay two dollars.”
“They should have just asked me one more question so I could drive.” He hit the window. “Just one more question. They could have just asked, What do you do when the light turns red?'”
I stopped the car. “So you think that even though the rules are that you have to pass the test, they should have made an exception for you today.”
“Did you read the handbook they give out?”
“I took some practice tests online.”
“Did you read the handbook, the rule book, the book that tells you what you need to know?’
“But you should drive?”
I thought for a moment and said, “If I teach you something, will you listen?” He complained again, saying the rule was not fair. I repeated the question. He finally agreed.
“Here’s the deal,” I said. “Fair is where you go to see a pig. Society creates rules to live buy. We agree to them. If you follow the rules, life is easier. If you choose not to follow the rules, you have to spend more time, money, and energy getting back in line to eventually follow the rules. Had you studied the handbook, you’d have known the answers and you would be driving home. Don’t blame them for the fact that you didn’t do what they expected.”
I was proud of myself. I had carefully explained a life principle to my son without going berserk. “Did you pick up the handbook to study?” I asked.
“Nope,” he said staring out the window, “I’m going to take some more practice tests. . . Can we come back tomorrow?”
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