When I turned sixteen I was given the soccer-mom-mobile coupled with the promise that I would get a new car soon. I wanted a silver Jetta. While at my friend Kimmy's house one day my dad called and told me to get home immediately, he had a big surprise for me. I thought I had done enough nagging about getting a new car. I had put some good, solid effort into the get-Kara-a-new-car project. It must be a car. Only explanation.
I pulled into the driveway a little while later to find a beautiful, sparkling clean silver Passat in the driveway. The largest red bow I had ever seen in my life sat on top of it. Dad and Krista were outside smiling. Trent videotaped. I got out of the van and started jumping up and down, shrieking my happiness in unintelligible sounds. Trent still videotaped. I eventually asked Dad for the keys. I wanted to drive. His response was, "Well... actually... you're not twenty-five." I questioned him. What does that mean? He revealed to me he had actually taken his car into the shop to get some things fixed on it and they had asked him if he had a preference for a rental car. A stroke of brilliance had illuminated upon his brain and he requested a Jetta. They had a Passat. It was decided a Passat was close enough. He had just happened to find an enormous bow in the closet at home, he remembered where the video camera was, and things had just fallen into place...
As a sixteen-year-old, one dreams about the car they want. It is imperative to one's happiness. I was absolutely depressed for about three minutes. Then I just found it highly amusing. We had a great laugh about it. And I vowed revenge!
I'm telling you, I wish you could have seen the proud look on your dad's face when I rehashed this old tale with him. Please find that videotape.
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