My school always has a big, fancy dance for Valentine's day. Last year my mom couldn't pick me up afterward so I asked my grandfather to do it. He doesn't like to go out at night, but I told he could pick me up early--before the dance was even over--and that I'd meet him out front. He got there
really early, though,and when I wasn't outside waiting for him he started to get worried. So there I was, showing off my cool moves on the dance floor, when I heard my name from halfway across the gym. I turned around to see my grandfather--in his pajamas and slippers! He started yelling about how late I was, and everyone was staring and laughing. I bolted across that gym--believe me, I couldn't get out of there fast enough!
