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Smoking Pot in the Bathroom
I was stupid
I was sixteen years old and I was stupid.
My father’s day job started at six in the morning and he got off work at three in the afternoon. He worked downtown which was about a twenty to twenty-three minute drive from where we lived. So he left for work at 5:30 in the morning. I was never awake yet at that hour so I never saw my father in the morning.
I walked to high school in the morning. That also took around twenty minutes. But I had a ride home from school at the end of the school day.
My ride was with my father. Getting off work at three in the afternoon, he stopped to pick me up from school on his way home. I got out of school at 3:30 and he arrived between 3:20 and 3:25. So he sat in his car for five to twelve minutes waiting for me.
What did he do while waiting for me? As far as I could ascertain, he rolled down the car windows (this was in the hot Southwest desert). With the car turned off, he turned on the radio and listened to music while waiting for me.
One day I opened the passenger door and slipped into the car, ready to go home. To my profound horror I found that my father was listening to a post-Beatles Paul McCartney song. And he was singing along! I was rendered speechless and thrown into a state of utter disbelief.
