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Car Trouble

I was in my late teens and had started going out with a girl called Claire, she had been my first girlfriend for ages and I was really quite obsessed with her.
One night I had been out to the cinema with friends for the night, which was only a few miles away from her house. It being pre-internet days, and me being smitten I’d written her a love letter telling her why I thought she was so fantastic, I thought it would be a great idea to post through her letterbox for her to see the next morning. I drove down her cul-de-sac and could see her house in the middle of the street. As I got closer though I saw her dad leaving the house with their dog.

At this point I panicked. I didn’t want him to think I was some kind of stalker, so I did the only thing I could think of to stop him recognising me,  I put my head down so he wouldn’t see me, and with my hands still on the steering wheel kept driving. I drove like this for to the end of the street, and then turned off the engine and headlights and hid in the passenger seat well for what seemed like ages.
Just as I was beginning to think the coast was clear there was a knock on the passenger window behind me, and peering into the car from the street lit street was my girlfriends dad.
“What are you doing Chris?” he asked.
In my panicked state forgot he would immediately recognise the number plate and wonder why my car was seemingly driving itself, after all delivering his daughter a letter may have looked a bit soppy, but now I looked like a proper weirdo.
I mumbled that I was having some car issues, and was just trying to listen to the engine closely to check, although I knew he wouldn’t believe that for a second, especially as I think I may have wheel-spun away in embarrassment.
Every time he saw me after that would always ask me “How’s the car Chris?” with a knowing smirk on his face that would make me relive my embarrassment all over again.


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