It had been a long day of work, and it was late and dark on a winter evening, when I left my office. When I got to my little pickup, I found it covered with snow and ice. I unlocked it and started it so it would warm up while I scraped the windows. I chipped away the snow and ice, then stepped back to the pickup door, only to find it locked.
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I was almost seventeen, and the Valentine’s Day girls-choice dance was to be my first date. I had not yet been on a date, because when it came to dealings with those of the opposite gender, I was extremely timid. There would be four of us together. I was the only one with access to a car, so I would be driving.
My daughter, Celese, worked at a taco establishment. One of the things that annoyed her most was when boys came in and flirted in a crude way. Unfortunately, just such a group of boys had started coming in every evening and stayed until closing. The girls working there were getting fed up with the boys' sexist attitudes.