unintended consequences
Posted by Tony Lee | Posted in bonaventure, consequences, dad, friends, jealousy, perverse incentives, respect, the intrepid | Posted on 4:11 AM
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I feverishly rushed home, rolling through every stop sign while speeding and honking at drivers.
When arriving, I didn’t bother parking properly, leaving the car haphazardly outside the garage.
I saw my dad in his office, located just left of the house door, smoking his cigarette, playing Freecell, looking pissed off at life.
“Dad!” I yelled, hoping to get a smile. “I shot one-under-par in my high school match!”
He hasn’t smiled much since first trimester. It didn’t help when the second trimester had the same 3.50 GPA with three Bs, especially since my dad never had one.
“How many bogeys?” he asked, almost robotically.
“Two bogeys. Three birdies,” I replied, less enthusiastically. “I drove a par five in two for the first time, though!”
As if it was from a movie, he takes his cigarette and puts it out, creating a dramatic pause.
“You could have shot three-under par,” crushing what would’ve been the best day of my freshman year.
When arriving, I didn’t bother parking properly, leaving the car haphazardly outside the garage.
I saw my dad in his office, located just left of the house door, smoking his cigarette, playing Freecell, looking pissed off at life.
“Dad!” I yelled, hoping to get a smile. “I shot one-under-par in my high school match!”
He hasn’t smiled much since first trimester. It didn’t help when the second trimester had the same 3.50 GPA with three Bs, especially since my dad never had one.
“How many bogeys?” he asked, almost robotically.
“Two bogeys. Three birdies,” I replied, less enthusiastically. “I drove a par five in two for the first time, though!”
As if it was from a movie, he takes his cigarette and puts it out, creating a dramatic pause.
“You could have shot three-under par,” crushing what would’ve been the best day of my freshman year.
