one time in tenth grade, my friend's dad was driving us home since he and i and this one other dude all lived in the same area.
so we're getting near my house, right?
and his dad looks at me, with all his huge stiff shoulders and straight set stare and intimidating presence and total "i'm-being-forced-to-do-this-shiznit-on-such-a-nice-saturday-afternoon" vibes.
of course, me being me, i give the wrong address because i said go left too late.
he dropped me off there too left.
i ended up walking three blocks to get back home.
and i was too polite to say otherwise.
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