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Lou was at his favorite pastime again - daydreaming. The project with the driving school was finally over. He had moped over the whole problem the last weekend, and finally begged his team leader to assign another colleague to the account. Well, he was thinking how much easier it was to be a driving instructor instead. He had, after all, spent two weeks of his time looking through those boring driving school details, including the driving instructor courses.

Being a driving instructor certainly sounded better than a sales or website support executive. It would enhance his status among his friends; maybe his wife would nag less at him. He could choose his own group of students, preferably young and female. Remembering how the students, especially the young ladies clamored into the school tickled him. He would teach them special skills, for example how to take the practical test, avoid a crash and other topics that were usually not covered in the driving course. Thinking back to his own practical test, he remembered the crusty old examiner, who was stern and strict. And his driving instructor, who often scolded him for being inattentive. Well, he would change all that. He was sure that he would be a very approachable and skillful instructor. The students would seek him out for advice on many things from practical test to driving skills, and even personal matters. He giggled as he fantasized a sweet young lady looking at him with adoration and listening to his ingenious advice.

Oh bother, it was drizzling again- he would be soaked by the time he reached home! He had to get around in his moped for a week or so, as his car was in the workshop. He had been involved in a crash with an old lady last week. He was too engrossed in watching a young woman with a mini skirt, riding a moped. He drove his car forward, not knowing that the car in front had stopped. He had better be careful and not get into another crash and wreck his moped this time or else his wife would grumble at him for another week.