I remember the donut shop on the corner near where we went for class. We’d all wait impatiently for the decades-old safety video about seat-belts or mirror-signal-headchecks to end, and then we’d jet over to the Donut Parade and get 25¢ day-old glazed old-fashioned’s and 50¢ styrofoam cups of tar/coffee during the breaks. You gotta love the classic glazed old-fashioned; the way it coats the inside of your mouth with that filmy, almost waxy, sugary membrane-like layer… until you wash it clean with ice cold paper-carton-flavored 2% milk (which, let’s face it, just always tastes better than milk from a plastic jug).

Anyway, it’s not the most entertaining story, but I do have fond memories of drivers ed. Oh yes, and the driving instructor was incredibly fat and smelled like cheeseburgers and veiled B.O. I wasn’t a big fan of his. I don’t think he really liked me either. Probably because I was a better driver than him and he knew it.