Hindsight is Awkward
Regrettably, at 18, me. My parents promised me a brand new car after I’d driven my mom’s old SUV (for safety measures – and with good reason… I was a teenaged girl) for two years.
I spent those years taking immaculate care of the car, making good grades, volunteering and working part-time to show my parents I was responsible and worthy of such a nice gift. When it’d been pretty much two years and a day, I started flipping out about wanting my new car right. then.
Since I felt I had a right, not a privilege, to it. We’d looked at 3 series BMWs, Jettas and the new-body ’05 Mustang GT. Being a total self-absorbed brat, I didn’t realize that the GTs weren’t even on the streets yet, and that’s what my parents were holding out for.
A few weeks after my hissy fit, my mom, sisters and I met my dad for dinner. As we entered the parking lot, I spotted a beautiful, black ’05 premium GT and my mom parked right next to it, saying, “EvilMEMEius, look – isn’t that the car you want? It’s so pretty!”
I was furious and wouldn’t speak to her. My dad met us at the front of the restaurant and said pretty much the same thing my mom had, and suggested we get a closer look at the car. I wouldn’t move.
It wasn’t until my dad pulled the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the Mustang in a very overstated gesture that I figured out what was happening and broke down in guilty tears. They’d ordered the car weeks ago and my dad assured me that he regretted doing so…
I’m honestly still shocked that they let me keep it when I’d acted like such a brat. I know I’ll get downvoted to hell for this story, but honestly it was a big wake up call and taught me to be grateful – guilt is all too influential of my actions, and that day has stuck with me. Story credit: Reddit / EvilMEMEius