Who gave me a driving license honestly?

Okay so i was on my way to the post office today to send a letter to my crazy aunt Marion. Let me just take a second to introduce you to aunt Marion: She is my mom's aunt with one son and an estranged husband. She is very prompt she recently sent me a beautiful gift and my mother and i panicked* how on earth do you spell that word?* anyways since i received the gift yesterday i was left with very little time to write a brief yet sincere thank you letter so that she would receive it in the mail the next day or we would receive THE CALL! If sed letter is not received, which has happened for countless gifts before, Marion calls the Moodie household just to make sure that the gift was in fact received and that she followed all the proper federal mailing codes (basically making us feel guilty because nothing in fact went wrong) but anyways let me get to the best part of the story and why this is titled the way that it is. So today i rushed to the post office to make sure that i would get the letter in before their 5:30 shipping. However I was too far away from the mail box. I reached as far as my stubby little arms could but no luck. Determined to mail this letter I proceeded to throw it into the box forgetting that the car was not in park but rather merely seccured with my right foot on the brake. It instantly was released and the letter went flying along with the pacif! I thought it was hilarious but as I ran over the curb and just barely missed hitting the pole in front of me I thought to myself...Why am I allowed behind this vehicle? Honestly who's idea was that?