Rosalinda the Bitch!

Not too long ago I took my behind-the-wheel-test. How did it go? Exactly as my pessimistic mind had predicted. A short lady with a heavy accent introduced herself to me as my driving instructor in a tone of voice as if she had just woken up. Everything went great, I didn't hit anyone, no close calls, and then in the end, I just barely fail because of stupid things that, in actuality, I did not do.

What could I do, arguing against broken English is like painting bricks red. So what happens now? Well, my permit expires before the next available appointment, so basically I have to start all over again.

What did she say I did wrong? According to Rosalinda the Bitch I did not check traffic enough for turning nor in residential areas, even though I acted as if I was on crack exaggerating and aiming my nose all over the place the whole time. Also she wants me to cut the left turn and I'm almost sure she said to make a left turn into the lane on the far right?! Also she said I needed to look over my shoulder when entering a bike lane, apparently she was too busy unrightfully taking points off my score and failed to notice that I actually did look over my shoulder. Oh and she claims I did not stop behind the limit lines. This one was it. Broken English or not, that was completely unfair, I had to challenge that one. I politely said "I thought I stopped behind all of them just fine." To which she said "Postoo stup behnd da line." Translated means: "one is supposed to stop behind the limit line." "I know that" I said. And that was that, she moved on to tell me what else I did wrong and when I asked her again about the limit line thing she just repeated herself "Postoo stup behnd da line," only this time I got hand gestures for visual aid because I'm retarded and do not understand English very well. It was useless.