Joe was a student at a university. He was very shy with women. In fact, he had never been out with anyone in his life. However, there was one girl at university, Karen, that he really fancied. She was really good-looking and seemed to be very friendly. Unfortunately, she also came from a very well-off family.
Eventually Joe plucked up the courage to ask her out and she accepted. Joe was over the moon. So Saturday night came and they went out on a date. He decided to really splash out and took her to a really classy cocktail bar, then to a very posh romantic restaurant, where they drank some very expensive wine, and, finally they ended the evening at a very elegant night club, where they ordered whiskey after whiskey.
At the end of the evening, Karen suggested that he come back to her house for coffee. They got a taxi there, and Karen led him into the living room. Joe couldn’t believe it: antiques everywhere, leather armchairs, white carpet. Karen told him to make himself comfortable while she went to make the coffee. Unfortunately, with all that alcohol, Joe’s head started spinning, and he threw up all over the white carpet. When Karen came back she was horrified. “My parents are upstairs, they’ll hit the roof when they see this!” she shouted, and threw him out. John felt terrible about what had happened. For one week he didn’t go to university, then he decided to pluck up the courage to apologise. He went back to the house and rang the doorbell. The mother answered. When Joe told her who he was, she was surprisingly friendly. “It’s OK, we had it cleaned. It could have happened to anyone. Don’t worry about it...” Then she asked him in for a cup of tea. She led him into the newly-cleaned living room ( not a trace of vomit left ), told him to make himself at home and said she would call Karen.
Joe was feeling really pleased with himself. He plonked himself down on the leather sofa, and just as he did he heard a crunch! He got up, picked up the cushion and under the cushion he found a Chihuahua with a broken neck. Joe picked it up in his hands, and just at that moment the mother came in with the tea. All Joe could think of to say to her was: “I’m very sorry, I’ve just killed your dog!”
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