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Story Time: Journey to the driving licence
Jumping out of the public bus Hazia gazed dreamily at the drivers license building. Today she would be giving her driving license test. Upon entering the building she realized she was in luck and they would take her test immediately, as there were no other women and only a few men. Soon the woman who had to take her test came out and asked Hazia where her car was. No sooner had Hazia explained that she didn’t have a car that a good-looking man waiting for his turn jumped up and handed Hazia a bunch of keys. “You can take my car, it’s a white Khyber and it’s brand new. In fact, it doesn’t even have a registration number,” he said
Once outside they didn’t have any trouble spotting the car: a bright purple Khyber with an ‘applied for registration’ plate was parked right outside. “Now what about that,” thought Hazia “why did he lie about his car being white?”
Nervously she started the car. But she soon regained her confidence when she was able to drive in alleys and main roads without any mistake. By the time she had reached a highway her spirits were flying, and then to her delight she noticed a police car right behind hers, which had an extremely handsome driver.
Then as her eyes went up to the passenger seat her heart jumped with joy — the cute inspector was waving at her? Giggling she waved back. Hazia knew very well that she was pretty but this was ridiculous, a man dressed in ordinary clothes in the back seat was hanging out of his window, waving his arms over his head.
Just then a car zoomed by with strange looking men clad all in black and faces covered. “The police must be chasing them,” thought Hazia. She tried to turn her attention back to the road but she found it very difficult when the police car started overtaking hers.
Suddenly a head popped in through her window, which almost made her let go off the steering wheel in fright. It was the man in ordinary clothes. “What are you doing with my car?” He yelled, his face barely an inch away from hers.
Recovering her senses, Hazia grasped her bag and started banging it on the lunatic’s head till the head was safe inside the back window. Then suddenly the policemen bumped their car. “What bad drivers!” She thought.
“Turn back,” whispered the examiner, clearly scared out of her wits. Hazia made a wild U-turn then, teeth barring, she pressed the accelerator as hard as she could. In the rear view mirror she saw that the police car had turned around too and was speeding to catch up with her.
Suddenly a thought flashed across her mind, they weren’t chasing her? Were they? This shocking thought came to her so fast that her foot accidentally pressed the brake very hard. Her bag in the back seat came flying and hit the examiner right at the back of her head, completely knocking her out. Then a crashing sound came from the back of her car. The police had crashed into her car squashing it to half it’s size.
Hazia immediately got into action, she pressed the accelerator and was off before the police even knew what had happened. Hazia drove faster than she had ever done in her life, silently thanking the bag for knocking out the examiner because now that she was going so fast she was also knocking away things in her way, like traffic constables and other cars.
Within minutes Hazia found herself skidding to a halt outside the driving license building. It took quite a few slaps to bring the examiner back to consciousness who remained a little dazed even afterwards when Hazia asked her if she had passed. “Huh- yes” replied the examiner as she scrambled out of the car. At this Hazia got out of the car and jumped in the air with happiness and almost collided with the mustached man who had now reached her.
“Wow, you are a good driver, my car is not even scratched,” remarked the man as he took the keys from her. Fortunately our Hazia was too pleased to notice that the man had not looked at the ruined Khyber when he said that and when she turned around he headed towards the parking lot and slipped into a sparkling white Khyber.
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