Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today is my birthday. I began the day with a nice breakfast made by my husband, and a beautiful gift of Indian pottery. Then I went to my driving test, and waiting in line in my car for an hour because something, I don't know what, happened. I thought I was driving well, but at an intersection a bunch of teenagers were on the median and crossing when she told me to make a left turn. I asked her if I should, because they were bouncing around and goofing, but she failed me right there and then because I didn't proceed quickly through the intersection. The high school was a quarter of a block away, and I know those kids like to tease drivers and walk against lights, so I was cautious. I guess the lesson is to plow through pedestrians. She made me another appointment, December 7, which seems ominous, as the Japanesse bombed Pearl Harbor that day, but anyway, these tests are so subjective. The testers were clearly having a bad day and backed up, and she dispensed with me quickly so she could move down the line. Amazingly, I wasn't too upset, I mean I could write a book about these testers, and I had one that was sadistic back a few years. This one was polite at least. Anyway, my husband and I went out for a nice lunch, I took a walk with a friend and instead of cappuchinos we had Lemon Drop cocktails, and then I played Scrabble with my husband and he won, but not by much, so that was fine. We're ordering dinner to be delivered, and we will watch a movie and it's all good. If you think I'm overly mellow, it just might be the Lemon Drop.