Your Transport Tales

Every morning I wake up and eat a cheap breakfast, put on my cheap clothes, and put on my cheap cologne. As you can tell, I'm a cheap person.

Today was the day of my driving test, and I was a terrible driver. There was no way I would pass without some help. Luckily I had already bought something that would help me. Now usually, buying something expensive was the one thing I'd never do, but this time I had to make an exception. I had bought myself a bottle of Luck on the Wizard Market. It had cost me quite a lot of money, but I was pretty sure it was going to be worth it.

I uncorked the bottle, and drank it all in one gulp. Before I left, I decided to test it. I was about to go hire a skip to empty out my skip bin when just as I dialed the last number a huge bolt of lightning struck my bin and all the rubbish was incinerated. I smiled. It worked.

I hopped onto my bike and started riding toward the dsa (Driving School Academy) for my driving test. The DSA was quite a long way away, and on the way there, I noticed that all the red lights in front of me turned green. The dark clouds overhead dispersed to show the bright sun.

Finally I had made it to the DSA. My driving instructor was there waiting.

"Are you ready?" He asked, a little concerned.

I just nodded. I had a feeling that this was going to work.

The driving test consisted of many sharp turns, cones, and walls. On any other day this would have seemed like a nightmare to me, but today, I felt like I could do it.

I started the car up, and the car just seemed to drive itself. It was an amazing feeling. Halfway through, my stomach started rumbling.

"What's that sound?" asked the driving instructor.

Instantly I knew what was happening. The Luck Potion was starting to run out. I started to panic, and the car started swerving. I stopped the car, and took a big breath. I knew I just had to put my fear behind me and keep driving. So that's what I did. And I did it perfectly. The car went back to its way of seeming to control itself, and by the end, I finished with an almost perfect score. As I stepped out of the car, I couldn't help wondering if that potion I had drunken hadn't really been a lucky potion at all. Maybe it had been just me all along.

But then a $100 bill fell from the sky, and I knew that it really had been a lucky potion after all.