After spending a couple hundred bucks on cab service to D.C. to get my licence, and physical existence, verified from my country's embassy, I finally got in for the computer skills test. As my twisted fortune always goes, the test had some pretty different questions from what I had practiced and learned in the driver's manual and the website tutorial. Nasty! I was sweating in all the places because towards the end of it I had only 3 questions left to answer and the computer was telling me that I had to get 3 right to pass. I recited all the verses of the Quran that could intervene on my behalf with Allah to save me and BINGO! I nailed the test. I was one happy fool that day.
The old lady at the counter said I needed to schedule a road test next. It sounded similar to scheduling my death sentence or something. Next she handed me my date and time, FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH 8:30AM. Are you kidding me? I do not believe in superstitions and being a Muslim, Friday is a blessed day for me. That thought kind of overshadowed the figment of my imagination where I saw the agent fail me because it was his personal Friday the 13th favorite thing to do!
There I was, on Friday the Thirteenth, standing at the kiosk again to check in for the road test. There was a super scary agent roaming around and his permanent agent's mood swing was spraying right out of his mouth. My gut feeling is always right, mashaAllah! I knew instantaneously that my test for the day rested with this round bellied not-so-gentleman.
I had braced myself, my will was as strong as steel.