Isn’t it annoying when parents go mad about the things that COULD HAVE but NEVER really happened to you?
Like, that one inglorious Friday night, when I went out with my new workmates for the first time and I got real drunk, wasted, and shit that I didn’t even know how I managed to go home at around 4AM, Saturday, without my mobile phone, any money, and ATM card. I mean, I got home safely no matter how wasted I was, but my dad still frets over the bad things that COULD HAVE BUT NEVER REALLY happened to me, until now. Please take note that it’s already Tuesday.
There are four talking points in the first sentence of the previous paragraph. Let me lay it out for you.