It was spring break, so we’d finally be available during the window that the DMV is open for testing. Jack had fulfilled the long list of requirements I had for chauffeuring him to that end of town – very near the Seventh Circle of Hell, otherwise known as The Mall.
I rather thought a trip to that end of town was going to be the worst part about the whole afternoon.
This is the part where you chuckle nervously about my naiveté. (more…)