Driving

 WRITING PROMPT # 11: Driving 

I am a small town girl from Wyoming. Driver's Ed was taught by our drafting teacher/ football coach. On Saturdays, Coach would have us leisurely drive around town for several minutes until it was time to swing by his house to move his sprinkler. There were like four stop lights in town and the only time I ever used the highway was to get to Walmart in the adjacent small town fifteen miles away. I didn't know freeways and highways were different until I moved here. I had never seen a turnabout until I moved here. Or a one-way street with multiple lanes. Or those bizarre turning lanes.   

When we first moved near Salt Lake, I was shocked by the rudeness of my fellow drivers. In the span of a few months, I was flipped off at least a half-dozen times. My husband got an earful of my thoughts on all the bad drivers around here. That was four years ago. 

The other day, I was driving somewhere and I thought, I haven't been flipped off in years. Then it hit me. Was I getting flipped off because I.  Was. The. Bad. Driver??

 I didn't know how to drive in the big city! (And yes I am calling our area "The Big City") It took a while to figure out the rules to those blasted turnabouts and four-way stops. Russian Roulette was not the way to drive into one of those things, apparently. I cut off my fair share of people (but not on purpose). Who knows what other big city street sins I've committed in my minivan?! 

But if it has been years since getting the bird, does that mean I am officially a capable big city girl? I'd like to think so. 

Until I park. 

Or attempt to park.  

Maybe another four years will get me those skills?