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“I think he’s finally beginning to like you,” Gwen said to her boyfriend
Darren. “He told me that he enjoys his weekly driving lessons with you.”
“That’s nice to hear,” Darren replied. “He’s disliked me since the first
day we met. I don’t know what I ever said or did. Maybe it’s because I’m the
wrong color? Or because I’m old enough to be his grandpa? But it’s nice to hear
that maybe we can eventually become friends. I’ll keep my fingers crossed. I’m
surprised he hasn’t gotten upset when I yell at him for his driving
mistakes.”
“Oh, he doesn’t like that at all. I wish you wouldn’t yell at him during
his driving lessons. It makes him upset and nervous.”
“You know, I try not to. But I get so irritated sometimes. He does things
like drifting into the next lane. He sees the car in front of him but doesn't
see the red stop light above him. He forgets to check his blind spot when he
changes lanes. We’ve been practicing for at least 20 hours now, and he’s still
making the same dangerous mistakes. Someday he might be driving you around, and
one simple mistake could get both of you killed. I yell because he needs to wake
up when he's behind the wheel. One second can be the difference between life and
death.”
“Yes, I know. But he's just a kid. Besides, there are other ways to wake
someone up.” |
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