Everyone needs a good father to nourish them as they grow from childhood to adulthood. That all-knowing figure in their life to look up to is so important in the development of a child. My dad helped me to become the father I am today, but my children still love him anyway.
Dad had a way of building your hopes up just to get them to a sufficient height that when they were dropped they were completely shattered.
Take, for example, the time we were all piled in the family station wagon. My sisters, in the middle seats, complaining of us boys bugging them from the back of the “bus”, as we so kindly called the car. The boys enthusiastically slugging it out in the rear seats. Me getting carsick. Mom wanting the windows rolled up to protect her “beehive” hairdo. Dad calmly fiddling with the AM setting on the radio.
Things might have seemed out of control in the car, but dad knew just the solution. “Who wants to go by Burger World?” he yelled over the commotion. “Yaaaaaaaay!” came the consensus from the back. We all calmed down as we saw the giant burger sign getting nearer. “Uh, dad? You may want to slow down. Here we are. What are you doing? You said we were going by Burger World!” Anguish and despair penetrated our young, tender selves as we watched the giant clown in front of Burger World disappearing in the rearview mirror.
“But you said we were going by Burger World” we sobbed. “We did” dad replied. “We just went right by it.” AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!! Silence enveloped the rest of the ride home.
That was just plain mean. It beat the time we pulled away from the drive-thru after ordering and hearing him say as we passed the window, “Nope, that’s too expensive.” At least we weren’t devastated AND embarrassed.
One might think that this kind of action would have left me scarred for life. My wife is one who thinks this, along with many people, and tends to think this is some of my problem today. As I calmly fiddle with the AM station, I know just how to dissuade her of this notion.
Charles, I just love your work! And it's good to know that I didn't have the only mean Dad in the world--my Dad would answer the phone, I'd hear him say, "Hello.......Yes" and then he would hang up. I'd say, "Who was that?" And he'd say, "Some boy wanted to know if you were here." I'd scream, "Why didn't you let me talk to him?" and he'd answer, "He didn't ask to speak to you, he just asked if you were here. I told him yes!"
See, our Dads were brothers! MEAN Dads!!
Good article! Let's go by Burger World!!!!