My parents were so excited that my sister was going to the prom that they never noticed I had stayed home until I surprised them by coming downstairs for a snack about an hour later. Then the interrogation started. When I tried to explain to dad why I wasn't going, he became upset, and made me stay up until my sister got home so he could verify with her that:
• Tickets cost $75 per person (this was in 1975 money).
• All 200 tickets had been sold weeks in advance.
• No one got in without a ticket.
• A tux rented for $200, plus $100 for non-refundable deposit.
When she got home, she verified all that, as well as the fact that 27 out of 30 women I had asked turned me down, while the other three women laughed in my face (she had commiserated with me, but could not fix me up with a date). Dad didn't know whether to be more angry with all the women who turned me down, or with me for being a loser. He did, however, tell me that I was going to the prom the following year, whether I liked it or not.
I graduated high school a couple of months later, and moved out permanently the following week.
Well, that's the sad story of something that happened to me 45 years ago last spring. Which reminds me that I did not go to our 45th class reunion or participate in the on-line reunion this last weekend, either. It also reminds me that I forgot to set the trash out by the curb this morning.
It really bothers me about the trash.
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