You Should Learn How to Drive

You should learn how to drive, my father told me that morning while we were stopped at light. I was only a little late, which wasn't a problem because the professor hated formalities. Not even the most diligent students were able to capture the sometimes brilliant, but always disconcerting soliloquies of gigermo tuster. There was a rumor that the thermos chuster drank from so methodically during his classes contained coffee spiked with whisky or pisco, or even an exclusive polish vodka, straight.