Prom Date

“Your date for the Prom will be a nice young man, named Jim Colt. He didn't attend classes at Northside, because he's a work study employee at a big company. However, he does live in the Northside school district and so, he can attend the Prom.”
(Trembling with fear, I ask my mother a question.) “What sort of work does this Jim Colt do?”
Mother smiles, “He's a mathematician. He's doing some original research and he has won yet another math prize. He's to announce his win at the Prom. It's a major victory for Northside and it'll boost the scholastic standing of the school.”
(All I need is a geek, worse yet, a math geek, for my Prom date. If I can manage to get enough prescription pills, Allison is gonna commit suicide. Then again, maybe Frankenstein or the Wolfman might be available.) I turn and run for my room.
My mother and my father follow me.
I get a lecture, I either go to the Prom with Jim Colt or I no longer live under my parent's roof.
I go to my hair appointment. (The condemned girl walks the last mile.)
With my mother's help, I get dressed and ready for my Prom date, hoping that lightning will strike me dead.
I go and look out of my bedroom window.
Up pulls the strangest car that I have ever seen. It's an antique car, painted in a yellow color that glows like the sun. If the piece of junk will just run long enough to get me and Jim Colt to the Prom, it'll be the talk of the Prom. Maybe I can somehow survive the disaster!
The driver's side door opens and out steps 'Studly Dudley.' Studly Dudley is dressed in a tux and he looks good, although I can't really see his face in the dark.
I'm not gonna commit suicide. If Studly Dudley's face looks as good as he looks in his tux, it may well be that some of the other girls will commit suicide, or at least drop dead from envy.
No time to waste! I gotta check my make up, my hair, my everything.
* * *
(I have found the address that I've been given. The house, make that mansion, is looking good. That means that a rich family lives inside. A rich family may well have a good looking daughter. My blind date may just work out after all.) I walk up to the door and ring the bell.
A man answers and asks, “Jim Colt?”
“I am Jim Colt, yes. I'm here to pick up Allison, my date for the Prom.”
The man gazes at my car. He motions me in and asks, “What kind of car is that?”
I laugh, “It somewhat resembles a 1941 Willys coupe. However, it has a new frame, modern torsion bar suspension, disc brakes that are designed to stop a car that weighs twice as much, rack and pinion steering and a new, stock, crate engine. The body is fiberglass and the interior is top of the line vinyl that looks like leather only works better. It's safe, reliable, comfortable and looks like the kind of a car that your daughter should arrive at the Prom in.”
“I'm Allison's father. She and her mother are getting her ready. Women are never on time.”
“It's not a problem, we have time.”