Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Hythe is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll outta bed, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m cruisin’ down High Street, and I’m already late for my first lesson. Typical. I’m stuck behind this ancient bus that’s moving slower than molasses. I’m like, “C’mon, mate! I got lives to teach!” Finally, I manage to squeeze past it, and I’m off to meet my student, Lucy. Sweet girl, but she’s got the attention span of a goldfish.
We meet at the car park near the Hythe Green. I’m tryin’ to explain the basics of parallel parking, and she’s just staring at me like I’m speaking Martian. I mean, c’mon! It’s not rocket science! But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals her sandwich. I’m talkin’ full-on heist mode. Lucy screams, and I’m just standing there, laughing my head off. Like, “Dude, that bird’s got skills!”
After that, we hop in the car. I’m tryin’ to keep it together, but she’s so nervous. I’m like, “Just breathe, Lucy! It’s just you, me, and the open road.” But she’s gripping the wheel like it’s a life raft. We pull out onto the main road, and she’s doing okay until we hit the roundabout at the bottom of Stade Street.
Now, roundabouts in Hythe are like a game of chicken. Everyone’s in a rush, and Lucy’s just sitting there, frozen. I’m like, “Go! Go! It’s your turn!” Finally, she floors it, and we’re off! But then she forgets to signal, and I’m like, “What are you doing?! This isn’t a game of charades!”
We finally make it back to the car park, and I’m sweating bullets. I’m thinkin’, “If I survive this, I deserve a medal.” But Lucy’s all smiles, like she just conquered Everest. I’m proud of her, but also like, “What just happened?”
Next up, I’ve got this dude named Tom. He’s a bit older, and I’m thinkin’, “This’ll be easy.” Wrong again! We get in the car, and he’s already talking about his plans to drive to France. I’m like, “Mate, let’s just focus on Hythe first, yeah?” But he’s got this wild look in his eyes, like he’s ready to take on the world.
We hit the road, and he’s zooming down Dymchurch Road like he’s in a Fast and Furious movie. I’m gripping the seat, thinking, “This is how I die.” He’s weaving in and out of traffic, and I’m just praying we don’t end up in the canal. I mean, it’s a lovely canal, but I’d rather not be swimming in it.
Then, outta nowhere, he spots a dog on the side of the road. He slams on the brakes, and I’m like, “Dude, chill!” We come to a screeching halt, and I’m pretty sure my heart stopped for a sec. The dog just looks at us like, “What’s the fuss?” I’m thinking, “This is why we can’t have nice things!”
After that, I’m just exhausted. I need a break. So, I decide to grab a coffee at this cute little café on the corner of South Road. I walk in, and the barista’s like, “What can I get ya?” I’m like, “Just give me the strongest thing you got.” I need it.
As I’m waiting, I see this old couple sitting by the window, holding hands and laughing. It’s kinda sweet, and I’m like, “Aww, love is still alive in Hythe.” But then, the guy spills his drink all over the table, and I’m cracking up again. It’s just one of those days, ya know?
Finally, I get my coffee, and I’m ready to tackle the next lesson. But as I’m walking back to the car, I trip over a curb. Classic me. I’m sprawled out on the pavement, and I’m just laughing at myself. “Great, now I’m a car instructor and a klutz.”
The rest of the day is a blur of lessons, laughter, and a few more near-misses. By the time I’m done, I’m wiped out. But as I drive home, I can’t help but smile. Hythe’s got its quirks, but it’s