"Sean, I don't want to ask you again. There are trash bags in the trunk of my car from the party the other night. Please1 the trash."
"Okay, Dad."
As a light-hearted teenager, I often 2 to empty the trash bags in Dad's Ford. However, I told my father I would, because I had a lot of things to do that Saturday afternoon. I had asked my dad if I could use the Ford, 3 he said no because it wasn't his car. He 4 it from his friend. Later I took it anyway because he was 5 and I was sure he wouldn't notice.
I enjoyed myself and felt great. On the way home, though, I hit the back of the car which was in front of me6 was seriously hurt, but both cars were seriously damaged. I would never forget the most terrible7 of my life.
Dad, I had an accident. "8 ? ARE YOU OK?""
"The cars are damaged. No one's hurt," "IN WHICH CAR?"
9 car."
"NOOOOOOO!!!" By this time I was holding the phone six inches away. And my ear 10 hurt.
I had the car pulled to the repair shop to see if they could save it. Since it was 11 , they told me they wouldn't be able to work on it until Monday. On Monday my dad received a call from there pair shop. The manager said that when his people opened the trunk to 12 the car, the smell of trash (the trash I forgot to empty) was so awful that they 13 to work on the car.
For the next several weeks I was in the doghouse. It wasn't just the crash he was so mad about. He was mad because I'd broken two 14 : "I won't take your car, Dad." and "Don't worry, Dad. I'll take the trash out of the trunk. "I deeply regretted what I had done. It took me a 15 time to rebuild my relationship with my dad again.
