I was driving back home after picking my brother up from college. I was almost back to my house when it happened. But before I get there, I have to explain a few things. Let’s rewind a bit back to when I had just picked my brother up. We leave the college parking lot and start heading home. As we are driving back, I am searching for a song to listen to on my ipod. Suddenly, I come across a song that I have not heard in ages. It was the “Safety Dance” by The Men Without Hats. Now, if you do not know what the "Safety Dance" is, it is a song from the 80’s that even the people who lived through it would want to forget. It is one of those “it was cool for the time” kind of things that ends up becoming lame in later years. When you hear the very beginning of the song, you instantly think, “oh god… not another bad 80’s song.” So I am driving down the road with the song playing. I decided to open all the windows in my car and turn the volume on my car radio all the way up. At this point, we start getting weird looks from everybody we are passing. I decided, “hey let’s make this more interesting.” So I proceeded to put on my enormous aviator glasses and my sweatshirt’s baggy black hood. Here I am, this moronic white kid listening to “Safety Dance” by The Men Without Hats who looks like a wannabe gangster driving down the street. Just as I was about to pass Barrowsville Station, it happened. There I was, waving my arm out the window of the car blasting the bad 80's song with a stupid grin on my face. My brother and I look toward Barrowsville at the same exact second, and there is my dad, who I have not seen in about a month. Now, you may think this is not bad but let me tell you something about my dad. My dad can get angry over the smallest and most random things. If you have ever seen the TV show, That 70's Show, you would know what I am talking about. My dad is exactly like Red Forman. I would not be surprised if Red was a character based off my own dad. It does not help that in the show, he is always mad at his son, Eric. Anyway, back to the story. So there is my dad, standing on the front steps of Barrowsville Station, and he is staring directly at me as I am passing by. At this point, I am actually going over the railroad tracks and I am on the left side of the road driving, being the idiot that I am at times. I look in the rear view mirror of my car and I see my dad get into his car and pull out of the store. I am absolutely horrified at this point because he is gaining on me fast. I do the only rational thing in my mind at this point. I speed in my car up to the nearest upcoming street and peel out turning onto it. As I am going down this street, I think I have gotten away. I was completely wrong. I see his red car turn onto the same street and speed up toward me. Once again, I panic and drive down the street and turn, all while I still have those stupidly big aviator shades on my head, the baggy black hood and the anthem of bad 80's music playing. I could not believe I had gotten away at this point. My brother and I did not go back to my house for about another hour after that point in fear of what might happen when we got back. To this day, my dad has never questioned me about what happened or even mentioned anything about it. Among all of the awkward moments I have achieved in my life, that one is king. That awkward moment when you are in a car chase with your own father.
