Embarrassing+Story+-+Forrest

Forrest's Story One time, I was in the car with my dad and one of my friends. We were on the way to my other friend’s house for a sleepover. We were giving my friend a ride. My dad began to tell her these embarrassing stories of me. His first one was how I gave a woman the middle finger in public when I was four because I didn’t know what it meant. He also told her that I told a cop that my dad shouldn’t have gone through a red light when we got pulled over once… My dad continued telling my friend these embarrassing stories even though I kept giving him these looks saying, “Stop!” The worst part was, my dad knew it was making me uncomfortable. I didn’t want to yell at him in front of my friend, but when he began asking her about her dad (her parents are divorced) I could tell my friend was really uncomfortable now. So, I told my dad to stop talking about this. My friend hates her dad and these questions were not easy, like, “Why do you hate him…” I thought my dad was being too interrogative… Once we arrived at my other friends house, we left and then we both immediately felt more comfortable. Dear Friend (I’m not going to use names here…) I apologize for my dad’s behavior in the car. He had no right to embarrass you or me. I was trying to tell him to stop without being rude. For me, it was ok when he talked about me, or at least it wasn’t as bad. But when he asked you those questions, I felt really bad for you because you had this pained look on your face. I knew you weren’t going to ask my dad to stop asking those questions because you’re too polite. The thing is, it was probably my fault because I didn’t tell my dad not to talk about that topic. My dad tends to do this a lot with friends, so you're not alone. I apologize for any discomfort that this may have caused you.

Sincerely, Forrest