Not everyone has the chance ( be ) a detective(侦探). But I got one when I was 13 years old. It happened in 1988.
One afternoon, I ( walk ) down the street when I saw my father's new car. I expected (meet) my father, but to my surprise, I saw a young woman driving instead. "My father's car (steal)" I thought. So I quickly stopped a taxi and got in. Isaid to the driver, "Please (follow) that new car in front." And Itold him why.
The taxi driver had a car phone,and I asked him to call the police. Soon we heard the sound of a police car and its loudspeaker. The police told the woman to stop her car. Our car came to a stop, too. I got outright now and (say) to the woman, "It's not your car. It's my father's."
The woman smiled and said, "Oh. You're Mr. Johnson's younger son, right? I (see) your photo at your father's office."
Before I could say another word, the woman explained that she was my father's new assistant.
My father asked her to take his computer to the shop to have it repaired. He lenthis car. After (hear) her words, we called my father and he told us what she said was true. The police and the taxi driver laughed I felt very sorry. It was both the first and last time for me to work as a detective. Don't you think my story funny?
