Biff woke up to the sound of his alarm going off. He had hit the snooze button earlier and gone back to sleep.
"Shit!" He thought to himself. He was late. He quickly got up and got dressed in whatever he could find which consisted of a red tank top and some ripped jeans. Grabbing his school bag he quickly rushed downstairs to have a quick breakfast.
"Hold on mister!" His mom said angrily as Biff entered the kitchen and put two slices of bread in the toaster.
"What is it mom?" He asked wearily turning to face her. "I'm running late."
"I know but no son of mine is going out in public dressed like that." She said rather sternly.
Biff was confused. He looked down at his clothes. Sure he was a little scruffy but he figured that he'd shower after gym class.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" He asked her forgetting about his toast.
"You're showing way too much skin." His mom told him.
Now Biff was really confused. "What do you mean by that!?" He asked. "I always wear this tank top." He told her.
Shaking his head he grabbed the toast forgoing the butter. "I don't have time for this." He said as he left the house.
"Fine." His mother said. "I'll let you off this time but we'll have a talk when you get home."
