Last month I had to return my mom's van to my parents' house and Caleb and I were left with one car. Caleb's thankfully been able to carpool with a co-worker, but that left me with the new VW Jetta. Sounds cool, no worries, but the car is a stick shift, and I didn't know how to drive it.
Guys. I was so scared. The dreaded hill starts, people pulling up so close to me, stalling out on hectic Atlanta streets, it was a nightmare! I literally came home crying one day because I felt like I couldn't take it. That's when I put these signs up:
I was embarrassed, oh my gosh was I embarrassed, but people didn't beep at me after I put these signs up. One day I actually got much more attention than I expected. I was getting in the car to go home when a lady outside the car pointed to her camera phone and to the car. I gave her a "do what you will" shrug, and for thirty seconds, I heard her laughing and chattering on. "Oh my goodness, this is so funny! I am so facebooking this! I can't believe! That's so smart. How hilarious!" Whatever lady, move along.
But! I can drive stick now!
No more fear and very few stalls these days. I'm so pleased and very proud, and I feel like I've been deemed just a little more awesome because I finally learned to drive stick. I just wish it hadn't been out of necessity, but it's done! Tada!