And, of course, as soon as they heard the first of “fuck,” the car just went dead silent. My instructor stopped chatting with the other teen driver who was waiting for her turn in the backseat. I could catch glimpses of her in the rearview mirror, looking like she was about to explode from laughing so much. I really would have enjoyed exploding at that moment, if only to take me away from eternal mortification.

The worst part was that my instructor let the whole song play out. The entire thing. He didn’t say a word until we hit the pause between songs. And at that point, staring out the windshield, he said, “I think it’s best we go back to the radio now.”

I still haven’t gotten over it. So, help me ease my shame by sharing some of your own.