Following on from my last dating story at High School.
Up until this point I had never had a regular girlfriend. Lots of dates, sometimes several dates with the same girl but this time I felt that this was going to last a lot longer. After we'd dated a few times she invited me to have tea with her parents on a Saturday night. Where I lived, having tea was something quite substantial, and I'd never even eaten in a restaurant let alone in a posh house so I was
very nervous. I was from a very rough neighborhood and my accent was extremely difficult to understand, even 6 miles away among fancy houses, and with folks of quite a different class. (her father was a retired captain in the merchant marines).
Come the evening and all was going as well as I could have expected, although I just wanted it to be over. (It was obvious that I was not the class of person they wanted their DD to be dating, but I was going to be leaving for university in a couple of months so they could see a glimmer of hope that the relationship would likely end at that point).
At some point I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Like the rest of the house it was magnificently appointed and well kept - a far cry from the "
nettie" at the bottom of the yard that I'd grown up with.) The lid on the toilet was even covered in a thick furry cloth, and after I had raised both lid and seat I pointed Percy at the porcelain and was in full flow when the lid and seat fell forward causing me to grab at it to stop it crashing down. Of course, I lost my aim
and hosed down the wall, carpet and toilet roll that was hanging there
I must have been in that bathroom 20 minutes affecting repairs as best I could
By the time I was finished, the once full toilet roll was almost gone and the damp patches were still visible. On return I was politely asked if I was okay, as I had been away a long time and was now sweating profusely. I was able to feign illness and take my leave shortly afterwards. This time I really thought that this was the end of the relationship. But, next week at school Wendy never mentioned the despoiled bathroom and we continued our relationship right through the time I left for college, and by letter for a few months afterwards.
However, I was never invited to tea again.