I have been, successfully, traumatized.

It was my first driving lesson.

It was terrifying. The clutch and my foot made a bad first impression, the accelerator was so light I couldn't tell the difference between pressing down and not pressing down, and the engine stalled on me several times. Jerk, jerk, jerk goes the car, and my turning skills have officially been labelled an obscenity. Muscles in my feet I have never been aware of hurts thanks to the odd positioning of foot at clutch and accelerator.

I have a strange feeling I'll be having nightmares tonight. Imagine hearing a game show host going, "Ding ding ding! And you've won yourself the grand prize of amateur driver horror! Enjoy the crash into the 800 year old oak tree!"

Dear God, let me just catch public transport for the rest of my life...

P.S. Bastards on the road that were so very patient honked at me. Buzzards... don't they know what the big, red "L" on the back of the car means?! It means Lembu driver, be warned! Impatient, rude vultures!