Driving Lessons – Take Two
“OK, let’s go!” said the instructor in a cheerful tone as soon as he settled in the passenger seat. My twenty-something-year-old sister was in the driver’s seat. It was her first driving lesson in Karachi and—she has already taken 40 classes in Dubai, passed the road test, and has been driving since last year—was quite excited to drive a manual car and learn how to tackle the rather wild driving ways of the city.
So there she was, all ready for her first lesson. The instructor patiently waited while she adjusted the rear view mirror. He looked on as my sister appeared to be searching for something next to the wheel, and then she suddenly remembered that it’s an old car, so she has to reach out the window and adjust the side mirrors manually.
“You’re wasting so much time!” His patience was wearing thin. They were in the car for a few minutes now.
“Um, let me just adjust…”
“Just do as I say,” he said, interrupting her mid-sentence. “Never mind those mirrors and just start the engine. We don’t have all day.”
Then, she reached out for the seat belt and pulled it across herself.
“What are you doing?!”
“Putting the seat belt on?”
“Ohho, yeh kiya kardiya?” he said, irritated. “Look at what you’ve done. Now I have to insert that thing back in!”
And while my sister was trying to absorb what just happened, the instructor was literally replacing the belt back into the retractor.
“Just start the engine and drive,” he said with a sigh.