After a series of unfortunate events, I was forced to spend the day at the Chicago West DMV to get a new driver's license. Because I lost my previous out-of-state license and thus could not prove I'd ever even had a license, I had to take both the written and road tests again.
My husband wished me luck as he walked out the door. "I hope you pass your tests so you can take Mercedes Lane on that big date tonight!"
"An innocent girl, a harmless drive, what could possibly go wrong?"
You'll be glad to know I passed with flying colors, unlike Corey Haim. Though I'm pretty sure there's no way I could drive to the hospital backward with a woman in labor in the back seat.