My First MOT

Ok, so I have had a licence for two months now and my car for about the same time. Amongst panicking about speed cameras, forgetting to close my petrol cap when driving off and realising that I do actually have a rear windscreen wiper, I am finally starting to enjoy driving.

I have however, had a few issues with the car... After much work, the tow rope snapping as i'm going round a busy round about and finally understanding that the spare tyre in the boot is actually needed and not just there for show, I am finally relaxed enough to drive with the radio on and not worry that my exhaust will fall off!

However... My smooth riding has yet again come to a stop light! A light in the shape of my MOT. (Yes I brought a car with only 2 months MOT and Tax left on it!)

I went to the MOT test garage and handed over my keys, having no clue what I was doing. As I got directed into the reception I waved goodbye to my car and was ready to sit down and chill-out.

Instead, I walked through the reception door where the room temp was possibly hotter than a sauna. I took off my coat, then came the scarf, then the jumper and to be honest if it hadn't been for the man wearing an anorak, I think the T Shirt would have come off too.

I sweated for half an hour, worrying about whether or not I was about to be hit with a huge bill! As another bead of sweat descended my brow, the reception door opened the man looked at me opened his mouth and said..."WELL YOU FAILED."

It was like a teacher shouting at a pupil. I shrunk down into my chair while like an exploding bomb he reeled off the 5 things wrong with my car.

At the same time another man came into the reception saying, "Blimey it is hot in here." I had lost a stone and felt like i'd been walking the desert and he turns on the air con as I'm leaving the room.

I followed him out to reception where he continued talking at me and then he stopped. He looked at me expecting an answer instead I just had a blank expression on my face! I looked down at the receipt, to see his name was printed B J Davis (a small smile did creep over my face.) He took my card, I punched in my pin and left feeling like I had just come out of the police station.

Luckily my Sister and her partner had been there and were equally shocked.

After complaining many times out loud about the rudeness of the man and swearing I would not be using him for the mending of my wheels ever...I rang him up and booked my Clio in for the work.

Yes, I caved.