Surprise (the good kind ^_^)
Wow. Okay guys, listen to this:
Since I was going home anyway, I thought I'd offer Kat a ride home and save Greg a bit of gas. After all, we were going to the same place. We got into the car...
A paper crinkled under my butt. Probably something from class. I turned on the car and the lights.
Me: That's odd; that's one of Dad's radio stations... Oh. I'll probably have to stop and get gas on the way home... ... Odd. The seats further back than I'm usually comfortable with. You'd think I'd have noticed it this morning...
Kat: Maybe you're in the wrong car. My mom and I did that once.
Me: *panicked* Oh goodness, my dad and I have done that, too. *I look around and find my Psychology book* No, it's my car.
After getting in the car, I completely forgot about gas. In fact, I never even looked at the gauge.
When I got home, I went upstairs.
Me: Hey Dad. Do you think I could have some ice cream? Kat wanted some on the way home but didn't have any money and I had none to lend her, and I told her that we had some upstairs.
Dad: What do you mean you had no money? Didn't you see the 20 and the note I left on your seat?
Me: What?!! Hah. That explains it.
Dad: And you didn't notice your gas tank was filled?
Me: Oh I completely forgot! ... but I locked.... Oh that's right, you have a key.
Often I feel that paying my own rent really doesn't amount to anything when my parents are paying for everything else, but goodness knows I have nothing to complain about. Heh. I love my dad. I really don't deserve to have so much.
Since I was going home anyway, I thought I'd offer Kat a ride home and save Greg a bit of gas. After all, we were going to the same place. We got into the car...
A paper crinkled under my butt. Probably something from class. I turned on the car and the lights.
Me: That's odd; that's one of Dad's radio stations... Oh. I'll probably have to stop and get gas on the way home... ... Odd. The seats further back than I'm usually comfortable with. You'd think I'd have noticed it this morning...
Kat: Maybe you're in the wrong car. My mom and I did that once.
Me: *panicked* Oh goodness, my dad and I have done that, too. *I look around and find my Psychology book* No, it's my car.
After getting in the car, I completely forgot about gas. In fact, I never even looked at the gauge.
When I got home, I went upstairs.
Me: Hey Dad. Do you think I could have some ice cream? Kat wanted some on the way home but didn't have any money and I had none to lend her, and I told her that we had some upstairs.
Dad: What do you mean you had no money? Didn't you see the 20 and the note I left on your seat?
Me: What?!! Hah. That explains it.
Dad: And you didn't notice your gas tank was filled?
Me: Oh I completely forgot! ... but I locked.... Oh that's right, you have a key.
Often I feel that paying my own rent really doesn't amount to anything when my parents are paying for everything else, but goodness knows I have nothing to complain about. Heh. I love my dad. I really don't deserve to have so much.