A large part of my life for many years I worked at my father’s business rebuilding car motors and transmissions, yet, it was my first teenager date when I understood my mother’s complaints of having dirty fingernails.
The young lady I took on a date to the movies asked about the dirt under my fingernails. Proud of being a working man, I noticed the look of displeasure on her face was similar to my mothers as I explained how I worked on car motors and transmissions.
I noticed my explanation did not appeal nor impress her, as I thought. However, it gave me a moment of self reflection, and I realized my need to be more presentable as my mother wanted for me.
So, I began rebuilding my image to be more presentable, i.e., “cool.”
I soon established a rebuild of my teenager image to be more presentable in my dress, with pressed pants with a crease, a clean shirt, and using deodorant after a good lengthy shower. However, my most important accessory was a splash of my father’s “Hai Karate ” cologne.
My teenager rebuild has prepared me for the world which I maintain to this day, however, minus the “Hai Karate.”