The driving school I’m planning to attend seems to have snoozed through the twenty-first century and is still living in the twentieth.
“You have to send us the application by mail,” the woman at the school explained to me on the phone.
“Can I send it by email?” I asked.
“No, of course not,” she said in an appalled voice. “We need your signature on it.”
“I can sign it online.”
“Huh? No, it needs to be your real signature.”
“It will be my real signature.”
“No, it has to be signed with a pen.”
“OK, can I drop it off in person?”
“No,” the lady persevered. “It has to arrive by mail. This is how it has always been done. And don’t forget to print out the receipt for your PayPal payment and mail it in, too.”
Now I’m wondering whether I should have asked if they will teach me to drive an actual car or if they are still in the ox-driven carts era.
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