I hurried out the door on Friday (my day off) and got in the long line to wait to take the test to get a motorcycle license. Met a nice young man in line who just graduated from high school but needs to get his license restored after it was suspended for missing too many days of school. He graduated, so what’s the problem? But that’s another conversation.
After they finally called my number, I stood in another line while the clerk dealt with a poor chap who had failed his written test. I chuckled a bit at the fellow for failing the test and having to come back to the 2 hour wait to take the test again. Even though I had not studied, I figured how hard can it be to pass a written knowledge test for a motorcycle license anyway?
Finally, two hours into my visit, I sat in front of the computer and answered the twenty questions put before me. Fourteen of those I answered correctly. Six, well, let’s just say I should have studied ahead of time. I failed.
For my failure, I got the privilege of waiting another 30 minutes in line to have them record my poor score. Evidently, that line is the Hall of Shame.
Two lessons came to my mind: First, be careful who you chuckle at. That may just be you very soon. And second, if you were thinking about riding on the back of the motorcycle with me, you might want to rethink your plan 
Pride goes before the fall (or the fail). Proverbs 16:18 is right after all.
