Why is it that parents seem to think that just because you're five/ten minuets late for something they automatically presume you dead?!? (ok when I say five/ten I mightt actually mean twenty)
For once in my life I was actually getting a lift home, and I had told my sister I might be a bit late because I had to find a teacher. So nothing too out of the norm there apart from the fact that the message clearly did not reach my sister's brain and thus sent my mum off into full flight panic mode. Here she was completely frantic calling my friends to see where I was and when they couldn't say where I was she stormed off into the school grounds questioning innocent people who she thought "looked my age" asking them if they knew where Mari was?
Kill me now. Of course they wouldn't know where Mari was! Hec I'm not even sure I really knew where I was and knowing the sort of people who hang round late after school they probably weren't exactly my kind of crowd. Yet still they were subjected to my mother's relentless questioning. Eventually my sister managed to convince her to call off the search and they went home. Without me.
Moral of the story: Never ask for a lift again.
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