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My son called home tonight and needed some help. He told me his car had broken down and he needed a ride. So I took off my robe, put on some clothes and drove to the place he said he would be waiting.
As I drove up I saw his car on the side of the road and beside it stood my son and a lovely young lady – one of his high school classmates. I quickly learned that my son’s car had not broken down. Instead, he was leaving a parking lot, attempting to cross a east/west avenue and turn left to travel east. For reasons far too complex for this bit of prose he thought the way was clear, but it wasn’t. He plowed over a raised island separating the two sides of the avenue, breaking his car’s front axle.
My son is very shy and is still clumsy with women. He was clearly embarrassed. And she was really a very pretty young lady.
I drove her to her home and then drove my son back to his. Eventually I ended up with my wife. I complained about the best laid plans of mice and men, of my son’s unfortunate negligance and his clear attempt at romance gone totally and irretrievably wrong. My wife peered at me and said:
“You’ve made bigger mistakes, and still kept the girl.”
Which is entirely true.
I decided to keep my opinion to myself.