I am -finally- learning how to drive. My driving instructor, Steve, is a hilarious man who mumbles all kinds of things while we're on the road. Sometimes I completely miss what he is trying to say (Is he telling me to turn right or is he commenting on that girl's hair?). Other times I am lucky enough to hear a whole sentence such as: "look at that guy, is he eating a donair?"
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