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I had a similar experience once. I was in High School, but I wasn't driving yet. I came home from a debate tournament with my team in the bus late one night. My parents knew when to pick me up, but when the scrum of students and parents cleared, I was the only person left. I stood outside the school in the cold, pacing and cursing for about an hour until my folks finally showed.
This was in the era before cell phones. Or, actually, my dad had a phone in his car, but I had no way to call anybody. I don't remember why they were late, but I do remember how mad I was.
That's nothing on this, though:
It's Thanksgiving, and we're at my Aunt Dot's house. Somehow the four of us in my immediate family (mom, dad, little brother age 8, me age 12) got there in two separate cars. When we all packed up and left, I rode with Dad, and my little brother rode with Mom. Except that when we got home, about 45 minutes away... there was no little brother! Somehow Mom thought that both the boys were riding in Dad's car, and we had completely abandoned my brother at Aunt Dot's. Again, in the era before cell phones, there was no way to let us know that until we got home--and when we walked into the house, the phone was ringing.
He was pretty upset. You can imagine.
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