Ahh... the wonders of the season... anticipating Santa's arrival, hanging the stockings, Christmas music, cookies!, wrapping gifts, giving a $10 spot to a homeless guy, and ofcourse sitting in my car-seat in total disbelief while my Dad screams out the window at some dude at stop light.... such a magical time of the year!
I think all kids remember fondly the first time their Dad lobs a few choice words at another motorist... my Mom on the other hand, well.. that one never really shocks me, she is a bit of a wildcard. Mom yells at strangers on at least a weekly basis... This was different, I have NEVER seen Dad yell at anyone (except me and Beau)
According to Dad one of these 'wacko' volunteer firemen came flying up behind us, got right on our bumper and then threw his hands up in disgust when we did not get over immediately... problem was we were about to turn left and couldn't get over. Keep in mind that the 'wacko' had one of those stupid Starsky and Hutch red emergency lights on top of his car that was NOT ON.
So Dad does what any hot headed male of irish decent would do... he rolls down his window and waves the guy past us mockingly... then something unexpected and downright awkward happened: we end up stopped at the light RIGHT next to said 'wacko'. Dad rolls down his window and says the following: 'Where's the fire?!' I cannot confirm nor deny whether or not Dad may have added in a quick 'douche bag' at the end of that last sentence, but that's unimportant at this stage of our story... so what did the guy do? well... in a word, nothing. He rolled his window up without saying a word and then continued to haul ass when the light turned green. Here's the thing: this guy was wearing a RIDICULOUS holiday sweater, you know the kind.. this particular one had a dog wearing a santa hat on it or something.. which got me thinking. If I were to have been the one doing the talking at the stop light, I would have said the following: 'looks like you have already donned your gay apparel... fa la la... la la la... la la la' that would have been awesome! but, alas ... Dad wasn't quick enough to think of that one!
What did I learn from Dad's outburst? well, I learned that sometimes, random douche bags are much more responsible and mature than our own parents.
Deck the halls,
Brady
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2 comments:
Oh how I've missed stories of you and your dad's antics. Nice have you back.
Love, Auntie Nicki
oh man, it's good to you have you and your irate daddy back! give 'em hell, brady!
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