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Driving with Miss Trixie

My driver’s education instructor was a keen cat named Trixie. During our drives, she sat on my shoulder and whistled “Dixie” How is she qualified? Asked my snoopy aunt named Pixie. I could not answer, for I was slightly afraid of Miss Trixie. She would bark in my ear with the call of a Great Dane. “MOVE OVER FOOL! You are nearly in that fellow’s lane!” She was startling assertive, and afraid of nothing at all. She may have been a cat, but she seemed nine foot tall. One time she took my face in her hands and made my head swivel. I wish I was kidding, but I have to tell you, this is no drivel. She said “Stop using the mirrors, fool! Turn your head NOW!” She had a bellow that was angry, like a bull not a cow. I learned what to do, and I learned it quickly through fear. She was a no-nonsense cat, this was always quite clear. She would not hesitate to slap me or slug me or pull on my ear. I am always on my toes when Miss Trixie is near.

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Date: 10/7/2021 9:41:00 AM
I probably needed Miss Trixie. I failed my driver's test three times because I was terrified of the police, and when the patrolman got in the car, I was a nervous wreck. Finally, my father pulled some Masonic voodoo and got me passed. It was about the only nice thing he ever did for me in my whole life. Whew!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/7/2021 11:04:00 AM
Hahahaha! I can understand the terror.
Date: 10/6/2021 8:53:00 PM
You should introduce Trixie to Mr Fixie. He would soon Fix her....
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/7/2021 8:14:00 AM
Hahaha!