His Opinion Changed

I learned to drive when I was 27, while living in America. My driving instructor (though politically correct, as an American should be) regarded me with a bit of contempt. Indeed, what an American can think about someone who is 27 years old but still does not know how to drive? In addition, the art of driving was not coming easily to me.

Once, whether because my instructor came a bit earlier for the lesson, or perhaps because I was a bit late than usual, we did not meet at the agreed place. So he got out of the car and went to look for me at my apartment, whereas I took a different path and did not intercept him. Olga opened the door. It was early in the morning, and in my imagination I can still picture her the way she always looked in the morning: tall, blonde, in her bathrobe, standing upright, but really sleeping with her eyes half closed.

Upon meeting me the instructor inquired in awe:

- The woman that opened the door... was that your wife?!

- No, she is my girlfriend.

- Oh! That's even better...

The art of driving was not coming easily to me, and I had to take many more lessons from the instructor, but I think that his opinion about me changed that day.

Revised on November 29, 2009