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Last Saturday I had a date with my girlfriend. We were together for just a couple of days and I still wanted to show myself as very attractive. I thought that if I borrowed some of my father's clothes, I'd look amazingly good. I was wrong At first, the clothes fitted. I borrowed a leather jacket, shoes and trousers. I was feeling good and relaxed while waiting for my girlfriend at the restaurant. When she came, she covered her mouth not to show how amuzed she was. "What's so funny?" I thought. I fallowed her eyes - she was looking at the leather jacket. It looked fine to me. We sat and ordered some food. I asked her what was wrong, but she said nothing and kept smiling. After a while she needed to go to the bathroom and when she did, I checked the jacket very carefully and noticed stains on it, but the fact it was dirty was not the case. There was label on it - how could I not see that in the first place? - that my young brother affixed; it said "best dad in the world". My fase went red, my eyes on fire. I felt so ashamed I ran out of the restaurant, forgetting about my girlfriend. When I came back home, tired, my dad was looking for the jacket I borrowed. He was angry, shouting questions ferociously. I only said " I wanted to look as good as you do" as the best excuse I could possibly come up with. Dad eventually gave up and just told me I was grounded. But from there on I will never borrow anything without asking - you never know wxactly what you are borrowing if you don't ask.
I was wrong
At first, the clothes fitted. I borrowed a leather jacket, shoes and trousers. I was feeling good and relaxed while waiting for my girlfriend at the restaurant.
When she came, she covered her mouth not to show how amuzed she was. "What's so funny?" I thought. I fallowed her eyes - she was looking at the leather jacket. It looked fine to me. We sat and ordered some food. I asked her what was wrong, but she said nothing and kept smiling. After a while she needed to go to the bathroom and when she did, I checked the jacket very carefully and noticed stains on it, but the fact it was dirty was not the case. There was label on it - how could I not see that in the first place? - that my young brother affixed; it said "best dad in the world". My fase went red, my eyes on fire. I felt so ashamed I ran out of the restaurant, forgetting about my girlfriend.
When I came back home, tired, my dad was looking for the jacket I borrowed. He was angry, shouting questions ferociously. I only said " I wanted to look as good as you do" as the best excuse I could possibly come up with.
Dad eventually gave up and just told me I was grounded. But from there on I will never borrow anything without asking - you never know wxactly what you are borrowing if you don't ask.