“When is your written driver’s test?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Be careful, dude. They have questions designed to make you fail.”
“What do you mean?”
“Answer me this. What do you listen to while driving?”
“I… well… music…”
“What kind of music?”
“I… this is part of the test?”
“How do you listen to it? On the radio? What do you do when they play a bad song? You push a bunch of buttons, looking for your next fix, but a Winger song comes on, and you panic, and BAM, you’ve killed a Girl Scout.”
“What?!? No, I listen to tapes. I pick what I want.”
“Tapes! Tapes! And what do you do when one side is done? You lean over to flip the tape to Side B, but you can’t find the slot, so then you look down, for one second, and WHAM, you smash into a busload of nuns.”
“I listen to Peter Gabriel Plays Live. One side is like, an hour long. I’m not flipping.”
“Fag.”
“C’mon, dude. In a couple decades, that’s going to be very inappropriate.”
“Either way, you don’t want to put any of that on your test, or you’re leaving without a license.”
“No way. I can’t take one more day on the bus. What am I supposed to say?”
“One station. You listen to one radio station. That’s what you say. So you’re not changing channels all the time. You’re not messing with tapes. Just one radio station, all the time, all day long.”
“How about nothing? I listen to nothing. I focus on nothing but the road.”
“Yeah right. No one’s gonna believe that.”
