「故事·听力」My Dad Found Out What I did In His Car

My Dad Found Out What I did In His Car. I Had To Run Away!

Hi! I'm Steven and pretty soon I will graduate from high school. Many people see this event as… well, maybe not as the beginning of adult life, but something like saying goodbye to childhood. Honestly, I don't think that even the most amazing prom could turn a boy into a man. You can choose to behave like a kid in any situation. Or not.

All my life I've had a living example of a Real Man – it’s my father. He brought me up alone, and it was not easy.

 He’s tough and a pretty closed-off person, but he has one real passion – his Pontiac GTO JUDGE, a 1969 model, which he polishes often and cherishes. Just so you understand, to even hold the keys to this car, would be considered an achievement!

 And my father catches criminals for a living - he's a policeman. Anyway, by now you've probably figured out – that it’s not always easy to get along with my old man.

And this is just the prologue, my story began when I met HER. She was as beautiful as a dream and almost as unattainable – Caroline was five years older than me.

I always had it easy with girls… But with Caroline I felt like a little boy in short pants. When I was supposed to be behaving like a grown up man.

Anyway, my father had left for three days — he had a training session in Georgia. So with my head full of a mixture of confidence and butterflies, I asked Caroline out. And she… unexpectedly, said yes.

If she were my classmate I would have invited her to the movies, put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with some funny print. And would have never worried about what to talk about. But I thought that all that was not good enough for Caroline.

 So I ironed a shirt and a pair of trousers, reserved a table at a restaurant, and decided that I’d let her do the talking, staying silent and mysterious like some Clint Eastwood character.

 All that was fine, but my shabby cornflower-blue Ford was totally tarnishing my look. As opposed to my father’s JUDGE. And the keys were there – on the table in the hallway.

I spent quite a lot… well, I spent A LOT of money on our dinner. And thankfully I did not have to come up with topics for conversation – Caroline was chewing and talking in nonstop mode.

Also she did not understand a thing about cars. She called this rare beauty of a Pontiac a “nice old geezer” but seemed impressed that it had only two doors.

What can I say about my date with Caroline?.. I was in heaven!!! Please do not judge me too harshly. I was totally in love!

And so, up in the clouds, I made the stupidest mistake of an inexperienced driver – I crashed the car right near my house. 

My father’s precious Pontiac.