For prom my junior year, my date took me to a really fancy and expensive restaurant. I think my food alone was $50 dollars. After we left dinner, I started to feel kind of ill. By the time the dance was over, I was struggling to keep a smile on my face and really just feeling awful. Luckily I got home in time to change out of my dress and tell my parents I wasn't feeling so well. They both went to bed and then I started puking. My dad came downstairs to find me hovering over the toilet. He started laughing and said,
"How much did you say your food was? I wouldn't tell your date about this..."
I slept on the bathroom floor that night. But I never did tell my date that I flushed his money down the toilet (literally).