Oh my God...

I've been waiting for this date forever. She gets into the car. My right arm is strapped tightly to my side. She notices this, but doesn't say anything. I start the car and drive. We pull away from the curb and out into traffic. Oh, no. It's starting again. It's very difficult to make a left turn. I have to yank the wheel in 10-degree increments. She asks if she can help me. I smile and mutter under my breath: "No, that's all right, really..."