On Monday afternoon, I took a fun trip from my office in Wayne to Philadelphia, so that I could take the “Special Points Exam,” thereby preventing the State from suspending my license. Truly, it was an exceptionally joyous experience. I highly recommend it.

Like me, you may be curious why I had to take the “special” points exam, as opposed to the regular points exam. The DMV had no answer for me. Apparently, all points exams are special. I digress.

Thankfully, I passed the test (aced it, in case you were curious) and drove home to celebrate (or sleep). Naturally, I was pleased to know that I would be able to drive to work on Tuesday morning without complication… but sometimes life has a fun way of kicking you in the junk.

Just as I pulled into my neighborhood on Monday night, my car started acting funny - as Daniel might say, “not haha funny, but weird funny.” The engine was revving as I tried to accelerate from a stop sign but the car wasn’t moving. That’s what I like to call “less than good.” The transmission was struggling.

On Tuesday morning I took the car to a mechanic… instead of going to work… and walked home. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you celebrate passing the special points exam.