A while later, his dad came home to find the movie — The Bodyguard — still playing and the boy's Levi's Red Tab denim shirt laying there on the couch. Of course the scene was pretty obvious for his well-seasoned dad. A couple of minutes later, the dad called his son, without opening the door or disturbing his privacy. The boy came out wearing whatever he could, yet still looking...clothed.
In a somewhat serious tone, his dad said:
“I'm going down for a bit then I want to have a word with you.”
Hm. Well, it was pretty obvious what it was going to be about. Not that the dad was close-minded or anything, but, apparently, he had something to say about what he had witnessed.
Being an unmedicated thinker, the boy wanted to find a way out...as usual. So, he thought of a reason why would his shirt be out there on the couch in front of the T.V while he's in the room behind a closed door. Knowing that he was trying to outwit his wily father, the most brilliant idea he could think of at the time was to drop some ketchup on the white shirt, clean it for a little bit, yet not remove the stain completely, and leave it as it was on the couch.
The scenario of eating while watching a movie with your girlfriend then dropping ketchup on your shirt seemed quite believable. Who doesn't drop ketchup on their shirt at some point, right?
My mate proceeded with the plan then went down to take his girlfriend home, in a cab. Yes, he was a gentleman. I think he still is. Once back, he realized that his dad was already in his bedroom. So he deducted that the old man might/must have seen the the stained shirt, which clears him from this victimless crime. But, he wasn't too sure and went to bed wondering what might tomorrow bring.
A day passed, then another and then another, and his dad hadn't opened the subject. This is very unlike the man who never forgot stuff like that. This is when the boy knew he was successful. This is when he found out that with a healthy dose of smarts there is always a way to get away with things, especially when down deep inside you believe you didn't really do anything wrong.
Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.
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