Renting a car and driving

Hello, I'd like to collect a car from your car hire desk, please. I have a booking under Kaan Demir. And here's my driving licence.

Do you have an automatic? Only manual? Oh dear. I learned in a manual car, but that was ten years ago. At home I drive an automatic, and I never think about my left foot. Yes, the red one is fine. Okay.

I also need a child seat for my niece. She's four, and she gives a lot of advice. Thank you. Last question. Where is the clutch? I'm joking! It's on the left. I know that. I think. Please wish me luck, and please stand back.

Seda, don't panic, but the petrol light is on. We need to fill up soon. There's a service station in ten miles, so we're fine. Probably.

Why am I driving at fifty? Because the speed limit on this motorway is seventy, and I want to save petrol. Yes, I know the lorries are passing us. Please don't wave at them.

Oh no. There's a toll before the station, and the machine only takes coins. Do you have any coins? Two pounds? You're a hero. I'm so glad I brought you. Now, which side is the petrol cap? Is it on the left? Of course it's on the left. Why do I always ask?

Okay, Jamie, relax your hands. Don't hold the wheel like a hot potato. We're going to the supermarket. Turn left at the lights, please. Good. Nice and slow.

Now there's a traffic jam ahead, and roadworks, as always. Don't panic. Check your mirror. At the roundabout, you need to give way to the right. Right, Jamie. The other right. The right right. Okay, wait. We're fine. The bus driver is just a bit emotional.

Good. That was lovely. Where are we now? Jamie, this isn't the supermarket. This is a drive-through. Why are we at a drive-through? Fine. Stop here. I'm hungry too. But tell nobody.

Sis, don't ask about my day. I drove into town, and there was no parking space anywhere. Finally I found one, but it was tiny, so I had to reverse three times. A man on the pavement clapped.

I bought my shoes, and when I came back, there was a parking ticket on the window. Fifty pounds! The sign said two hours, and I stayed two hours and ten minutes. Ten minutes!

Then, on the road home, a man on a bike managed to overtake me. I was going fifteen miles an hour! He shouted, "Your tyre!" so I had to pull over. Yes, a flat tyre. I'm sitting on a wall now, eating a sausage roll. Can you pick me up?

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