I took a girl to her prom in high school. I thought it was on Saturday night. After working all day Friday washing dishes and slopping through leftover food in a buffet restaurant, I went home and was eating supper (no shower yet).
The phone rang, and it was the girl I was taking to prom. After some small talk, she said how excited she was, and her grandparents were there. After I asked, "Why are your grandparents there?", I realized the prom was that night and not the next night.
I casually mentioned I was on my way, then lathered up on deodorant and aftershave to mask the smell of greasy restaurant food, drove 15 minutes to the mall to pick up my tuxedo, changed clothes in the car, and raced to her house 20 minutes away.
When I got to her house, her parents took pictures, and apparently knowing I was a no good heel, had bought a corsage for her (never crossed my mind in the whirlwind of the prior 90 minutes).
She asked to be taken home immediately after the meal at prom. I can't say that I blame her. Fortunately she was only a Junior in high school, and hopefully a real romantic took her to prom her Senior year.