A Newbie Driver's Regrets
When the hospital director called me for the tenth time, I was still stuck in traffic on the winding mountain road leading into the city.
A pink Polo driving inexcusably slow was wedged in the middle of two lanes and obstructing my path.
The "New Driver" sticker on the rear of the car seemed to insult me.
I took a deep breath before slamming on the horn.
That was when the car jerked to a stop. A man in a floral shirt stepped out of the car, marched to my car, and pounded on my window.
"What's with the rush?! Can't you tell by the sticker that I'm a new driver? If you cause an accident, you're going to have to pay up!"
I gripped the steering wheel so tightly that veins bulged on the back of my hand.
The director's desperate cries were still echoing in my ears, "Dr. Leigh, the boy is dying! The only information we have is that his father's name is Ronald Baker!"
Upon noting my silence, the man smiled smugly before smacking the hood of my car. "Go ahead, drive over the barrier to bypass me if you want! Even the police have to slow down for me!"
With that, he slammed his brand-new driver's license against my window. "Look closely, I just got my license yesterday! I'm a legal driver!"
I quickly glossed over the driver's license. What stood out to me was his name printed on the license.
Ronald Baker.