I am the stereotypical oldest child, type A, OCD, perfectionist.
I am also a bit competitive.
This creates a bit of a problem sometimes. I need to win. But I have to follow every rule exactly at the same time.
So, for example, while driving…you put in directions on Google Maps (or you can get places without navigation…I’m not sure what that’s like). Then you are told “your estimated arrival time is 8:05”. Well, my first reaction is “ha, I can beat that”. Why? I have no idea. But then, being the obsessive rule follower, I can’t speed. So now, I am trying to figure out how to go only the speed limit, and also arrive earlier than predicted.
I arrived right on time.
While I was driving, other than trying to determine ways to beat an 8:05 arrival time, I realized something. This is the FIRST TIME I have been in a car, ALONE in 2.5 years. As I was driving, I thought- oh my goodness, people do this EVERY DAY? Lots of people get to go places….ALONE??? Like, that’s actually a thing?? My life of dropping off small people at day care seems like it happened so long ago, I’m not convinced it actually happened. My husband gets to be alone for 20 minutes driving to work, EVERY SINGLE DAY. That’s just crazy.
So now lets discuss the DMV. I know they get a bad rap, etc etc, but the people I dealt with were wonderful. They were happy, smiley and quite nice. You know what I didn’t anticipate? A TEST. We have already determined that I am a bit of a perfectionist. That means that all tests must be completed with 0 wrong answers. In school, I would go through tests before turning them in, to count the number of answers I was unsure of, to calculate my lowest possible score. Apparently not everyone does that…I’m not convinced it’s not normal behavior. I’m quite certain my friends and I would discuss how many questions we knew we got correct.
Anyway, so the test at the DMV. As I was waiting, I was glancing over the paper I was handed with a list of roadsigns. Then I started to panic. What if I was tested on these signs? What if I failed? I texted my husband, panicking just a bit, asking if there was a test, fully expecting him to say no. His response “oh yeah, like 8 signs, it’s part of the vision test”. My completely rational response that probably wasn’t an overreaction, “WHAT!! HOW DID YOU NOT TELL ME THERE IS A TEST??? I DIDN’T STUDY!! I COULD FAIL”. You think I’m kidding, I assure you, I am not. I spent the next 20 minutes obsessively going through “practice sign tests” on the Internet. You will be happy to know that I passed with a perfect score. Seriously though, were it not for the studying, I’m quite certain that when I was shown a sign that was just a white circle, with nothing on it, I would not have guessed railroad crossing.
After that crisis was averted, I drove home, and arrived exactly at my predicted time.